Here at the sea---especially at the sea---I could hear my sister’s voice in the waves: “Kira-kira! Kira-kira!

- 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

It took seven years from the day I decided I wanted to write fiction to actually getting a book published.

- 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.

- 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…

- Cynthia Kadohata

I love writing about people on the road.

- 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…

- 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…

- 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…

- Cynthia Kadohata