Quotes from Kate DiCamillo

Sometimes, it seemed like everybody in the world was lonely.

Here is something I have learned: you should never expect help from someone who perpetually has their hair in curlers.

nothing is sweeter in this sad world than the sound of someone you love calling your name.

the story of an unlikely hero

To be brave is to not turn away. To be brave is to go forward. To be brave is to love.

And that, after all, is how it ended. Quietly. In a world muffled by the gentle, forgiving hand of snow.

Tapi, anak-anak, tak ada penghiburan dalam kata 'selamat tinggal', bahkan jika kau mengatakannya dalam bahasa Prancis. 'Selamat tinggal' adalah kata-kata yang, dalam bahasa apa pu, penuh penderitaan. Itu kata-kata yang tak menjanjikan apa-apa.

We shall all, in the end, be led to where we belong, said the blackbird. We shall all, in the end, find our way home, intoned the bird.

He looked at me, and, my goodness, his eyes were bright, and it occurred to me that they were probably so bright because he had never had to ask himself who he was or where he belonged or who he wanted to be.

I intended lilies, said the magician. but in the clutches of a desparate desire to do something extraordinary, I called down a greater magic and inadvertently caused you a profound harm. I will now try to undo what I have done.

I ask you, why is it so hard to stay away from the euphemisms? They creep in, always, and attempt to make the difficult things more pleasing.

If you have no intention of loving or being loved then the whole journey is pointless

Furlough?" He said. "What?" said the first hood irritably. Despereaux shuddered. His own brother was delivering him to the dungeon. His heart stopped beating and shrunk to a small, cold, disbelieving pebble.

He felt a wonderful certainty. The impossible, he thought, the impossible is about to happen again.

He'll be dead soon. He can't live', said the father. But reader, he did live. This is the story.

The rat called Chiaroscuro did not look away. He let the light from the upstairs world enter him and fill him. He gasped aloud with the wonder of it.

But, alas, he never really belonged in either place, the sad fate, I am afraid, of those whose hearts break and then mend in crooked ways.

Fear is a big waste of time.

Stories are light, light is precious in a world so dark.

Every action, reader, no matter how small, has a consequence.

I ain't the Princess Pea But someday I will be, The Pea, ha-hee. Someday, I will be.

I'm from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania," Sistine said, "home of the Liberty Bell, and I hate the South because the people in it are ignorant. And I'm not staying here in Lister. My father is coming to get me next week." She looked around the room defiantly. "Well," said Mrs. Soames, "thank you very much for introducing yourself, Sistine Bailey. You may take your seat before you put your foot in your mouth any farther." The

I made you something

That way, if my mama ever came back, I could recognize her, and I would be able to grab her and hold on to her tight and not let her get away from me again.