Cynthia Voigt

“I could never do what you did," they said, to which Fredle responded, "You'd be surprised at what you can do, if…

— Cynthia Voigt

I got to thinking—when it was too late—you have to reach out to people. To your family, too. You can't just let…

— Cynthia Voigt

“It took another time, more waves rolling up, to understand that he had no idea what it would be like to live…

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“Out here, there was salt on the wind itself that fell on your skin like rain. You could taste it. Out here…

— Cynthia Voigt

She couldn’t get any farther away inside from her skin. She couldn’t get away.

— Cynthia Voigt

“When Jeff Greene was in second grade, seven and a half years old, he got home from school one Tuesday afternoon in…

— Cynthia Voigt

It's so great to be able to write from home. My bread is rising downstairs, and I'm upstairs writing. I have a…

— Cynthia Voigt

“People may be the ruin of their own lives, but it's other people that get them started. -"Mumma”

— Cynthia Voigt

I have the feeling that I know who I am, only I'm not anymore.

— Cynthia Voigt

“There could be no home for the Tillermans. Home free — Dicey would settle for a place to stay. Stay free.”

— Cynthia Voigt

“She thought it might have been his thought that wakened her, as he crept toward the solitary holding; she thought that the…

— Cynthia Voigt

“Evil would be done, that was the nature of the world; that was bearable if good could also be done.”

— Cynthia Voigt

“He took his time getting to her, as if he was sure she’d wait, sure of his own strength to hold her,…

— Cynthia Voigt

“Is there such a thing?' Birle asked. He looked thoughtfully at her, but not as if he saw her. 'Men have dreamed…

— Cynthia Voigt

“Whatever Blithe wanted, she wanted absolutely and immediately. There was no budging Blithe.”

— Cynthia Voigt

“Even after everyone had gone home, the house was filled with the good time they’d had, as if it could linger in…

— Cynthia Voigt

“He was studying his grandmother, as if he was hungry too, but for something not food, hungry in a way that food…

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...When this map was made, there was only empty forest in the south," Gran told Birle."Not empty," Granda corrected her. "The forest…

— Cynthia Voigt

I was eighteen when I wrote my first book, and I can't remember what it was called. I have no idea where…

— Cynthia Voigt

Maybe life was like a sea, and all the people were like boats ... Everybody who was born was cast into the…

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She looked at her hand: Just some hand, holding a cheap pen. Some girls’ hand. She had nothing to do with that…

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“He fell into sleep then, as a body weighted with stones and wrapped in winding sheets falls into deep water.”

— Cynthia Voigt

If I'm writing by intuition, generally that calculation works itself out. But if I'm writing a mystery, and somebody has to have…

— Cynthia Voigt

“...a really good friend, the kind of friend who - when they were together both of them were more able to be…

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“She sat with her back to her fear, as to the wind and waves. Fear blew and sprayed at her back but…

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