For me, books are music for my mind and my imagination. When I am stuck in something I'm writing, I simply read my way out of being stuck. You can never waste time reading.
Some days I think she was really miserable, because she cried a lot. In a way, I'd had to steel my heart to her crying. You need to steel yourself to… - Cynthia Kadohata
Some days I think she was really miserable, because she cried a lot. In a way, I'd had to steel my heart to her crying. You need to steel yourself to…
- Cynthia Kadohata
Here at the sea---especially at the sea---I could hear my sister’s voice in the waves: “Kira-kira! Kira-kira! - Cynthia Kadohata
Here at the sea---especially at the sea---I could hear my sister’s voice in the waves: “Kira-kira! Kira-kira!
It took seven years from the day I decided I wanted to write fiction to actually getting a book published. - Cynthia Kadohata
It took seven years from the day I decided I wanted to write fiction to actually getting a book published.
I love writing about people on the road. - Cynthia Kadohata
I love writing about people on the road.
I almost never slept deeply anymore--as soon as she said my name, I always sat up immediately, no matter how tired I was. - Cynthia Kadohata
I almost never slept deeply anymore--as soon as she said my name, I always sat up immediately, no matter how tired I was.
For me, books are music for my mind and my imagination. When I am stuck in something I'm writing, I simply read my way out of being stuck. You can n… - Cynthia Kadohata
For me, books are music for my mind and my imagination. When I am stuck in something I'm writing, I simply read my way out of being stuck. You can n…
I know a lot about when I was a little girl, because my sister used to keep a diary. Today I keep her diary in a drawer next to by bed. I like to see… - Cynthia Kadohata
I know a lot about when I was a little girl, because my sister used to keep a diary. Today I keep her diary in a drawer next to by bed. I like to see…
you could see the roads crisscrossing over the fields. When cars went by, far away, the beams were so bright they seemed to be ropes of light pulling… - Cynthia Kadohata
you could see the roads crisscrossing over the fields. When cars went by, far away, the beams were so bright they seemed to be ropes of light pulling…
My sister had taught me to look at the world that way, as a place that glitters, as a place where the calls of the crickets and the crows and the win… - Cynthia Kadohata
My sister had taught me to look at the world that way, as a place that glitters, as a place where the calls of the crickets and the crows and the win…
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