“ He made his way down to the creek, down a five-foot muddy bank to a band of sand too narrow to lie down on. He had to force his way through honeysuckle vines and the branches of low wild cherry trees,… Cynthia Voigt
“ Dicey felt a great weight settle on her shoulders. She tried to shrug it off, but it wouldn’t move. Cynthia Voigt
“ 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
“ You can't make an omelette without breaking eggs ... They thought that just because they were smashing eggs they must be making an omelette Cynthia Voigt
“ Throughout the meal, Windy’s voice blew over them, smooth and steady. It didn’t matter what he was saying. Cynthia Voigt
“ The air in the library rooms was silent, full of ideas, the thinking of the writers of books, the thinking of the readers of books. Cynthia Voigt
“ Orien, Birle protested again. You can stay if you must. Orien’s cheeks were hollow with hunger and he had little strength for anger. But I wish you’d come. I don’t know how long it would be before I c… Cynthia Voigt
“ Night’s darkness cloaked Elske, covering her as the winter snows cover mountains, from peak to foot. Elske moved with the weight of darkness on her shoulders, on her head; and she tasted it in her mou… Cynthia Voigt
“ Mina wanted some of the kind of love Momma gave to her children, where love was the first and deepest thing, and the questions came later and the answers wouldn't matter much measured up against the l… Cynthia Voigt
“ Men, and women too, are unpredictable creatures. You have seen little of this. I wonder now if your innocence is enough protection for you. 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 them sit there, you should put your hand out. If they slap it back, well you reach out a… Cynthia Voigt
“ He knew it was perfect, and perfectly beautiful. He thought about how much she would like it. When he thought like that, happiness swelled up warm within him. Cynthia Voigt
“ She sat with her back to her fear, as to the wind and waves. Fear blew and sprayed at her back but she dared not turn around to face it. Cynthia Voigt
