Cynthia Voigt
Cynthia Voigt
Cynthia Voigtis an American writer of books for young adults dealing with various topics such as adventure, mystery, racism and child abuse. Her first book in the Tillerman family series, Homecoming, was nominated for several international prizes and adapted as a 1996 film. Her novel Dicey's Song won the 1983 Newbery Medal...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth25 February 1942
CountryUnited States of America
except mostly poetry reports seventh until wrote
I didn't write anything at all except book reports until I was in seventh grade, and then I wrote mostly poetry for myself.
cherished discovered entirely found secret
One day at my grandmother's house, I discovered 'The Secret Garden' and read it. This was the first book I found entirely for myself, and I cherished it.
fill maybe otherwise work wrote
I think writing is a part-time career, because otherwise you get a little stale, maybe even self-indulgent, when you have to fill the hours with sentences. I don't think, if I wrote 12 hours a day, my work would be much better.
consider great home rising room upstairs
It's so great to be able to write from home. My bread is rising downstairs, and I'm upstairs writing. I have a writing room that my grandchildren consider one of their playrooms.
compulsive regular
I'm not a compulsive writer. I wish I could be compulsive about something. I have no regular writing routine.
self worst worst-things
The worst things weren't outside of you.
character stories emotion
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.
teaching kids littles
I love teaching; I love little kids.
college arrogant scholar
I was no scholar in college, and was arrogant about what I thought.
kids adults forget
Kids are really tougher than adults, but we tend to forget this in an affluent society that lets kids indulge themselves.
life blow wind
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.
life lasts chance
You could say that all of life is a series of last chances.
fun people littles
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.
skins get-away
She couldn’t get any farther away inside from her skin. She couldn’t get away.