I was no scholar in college, and was arrogant about what I thought. Cynthia Voigt More Quotes by Cynthia Voigt More Quotes From Cynthia Voigt She looked at her hand: Just some hand, holding a cheap pen. Some girls’ hand. She had nothing to do with that hand. Let that hand do whatever it wanted to. Cynthia Voigt hand-holding girl hands You could say that all of life is a series of last chances. Cynthia Voigt lasts chance life When a daring idea first crosses one's mind, if it is to be realized in the future it is often appealing. Then, as the time for its execution comes nearer, one begins to dread that which had once been anticipated. Cynthia Voigt mind ideas firsts If I'm writing by intuition, generally that calculation works itself out. But if I'm writing a mystery, and somebody has to have a reason for doing what he's doing, and it's not anything I can imagine myself wanting to do, things get a little more difficult to write, and careless mistakes are made. Cynthia Voigt intuition mistake writing People can be unimaginably foolish...and they can be unimaginably grand, at times. Cynthia Voigt foolish people 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 them sit there, you should put your hand out. If they slap it back, well you reach out again if you care enough. If you don't care enough, you forget about them, if you can. Cynthia Voigt hands people thinking I do have trouble starting books. I have ideas that I have trouble starting to write. But I'm the kind of person who tends to finish everything she starts out of sheer stubbornness. Cynthia Voigt writing book ideas Even the bad books I write are satisfying. I'm my least critical reader. Cynthia Voigt writing book I have the feeling that I know who I am, only I'm not anymore. Cynthia Voigt who-i-am knows feelings By the time I started high school, I knew I wanted to be a writer. After graduating from Smith College in Massachusetts, I moved to New York City and worked for the advertising agency J. Walter Thompson. Cynthia Voigt college new-york school Kids are really tougher than adults, but we tend to forget this in an affluent society that lets kids indulge themselves. Cynthia Voigt adults forget kids I got used to being a writer. To compare it to teaching - I taught for twenty-five years; for the first two or three years it was heady. I was discovering that I could do something and do it well. Be useful to people. It was exhilarating, sort of like the first two weeks of being in love with somebody, and then it becomes like the third bite of pizza. The first bite is wonderful. The second bite is not disappointing. The third? Meh. You get used to it. Cynthia Voigt being-in-love teaching people I didnt write anything at all except book reports until I was in seventh grade, and then I wrote mostly poetry for myself. Cynthia Voigt grades writing book I love teaching; I love little kids. Cynthia Voigt teaching littles kids All I wanted to do was read, to be told stories. Stories were full of excitement and emotions and characters that entertained and often inspired. Cynthia Voigt emotion stories character ...a really good friend, the kind of friend who - when they were together both of them were more able to be who they really were. Cynthia Voigt good-friend able together The worst things weren't outside of you. Cynthia Voigt worst-things worst self Maybe life was like a sea, and all the people were like boats ... Everybody who was born was cast into the sea. Winds would blow them in all directions. Tides would rise and turn, in their own rhythm. And the boats - they just went along as best they could, trying to find a harbor. Cynthia Voigt blow wind life But I'll tell you something else, too. Something I've learned, the hard way. I guess"—Gram laughed a little—"I'm the kind of person who has to learn things the hard way. You've got to hold on. Hold on to people. They can get away from you. It's not always going to be fun, but if you don't—hold on—then you lose them. Cynthia Voigt littles fun people ...When this map was made, there was only empty forest in the south," Gran told Birle."Not empty," Granda corrected her. "The forest is never empty. Cynthia Voigt maps empty forests
