Quotes from Kate DiCamillo

It is all gone , though Peter. All of it is gone! And there is no way to get it back. 'Eat,' said Leo Matienne again, very gently. Peter looked the truth of what he had lost full in the face. And then he ate.

prayed for my mama. I told God how much she would have enjoyed hearing the story of Winn-Dixie catching that mouse. It would have made her laugh. I

Louisiana stood up again. She was holding Bunny close to her chest. She faced forward. 'Go faster,' she said. 'Are you kidding?' said Beverly. 'Who do you think you are? Some kind of queen? We're pushing as hard as we can. This grocery cart is worthless. It's like the wheels aren't even wheels. It's like they're squares or something.

cock his head this way and that. Called him Cricket, on

Did Rob make it?" Sistine asked Willie May. "He did," said Willie May. "It looks alive. Is it like your bird that you let go?

What if you like the elephant were gone to the place you were meant, after all, to be?

the human heart was dark beyond all reckoning; it also likened the heart to a river. And further, it said, "If we are not careful, that river can carry us along in its hidden currents of want and anger and need, and transform each of us into the very criminal we fear.

You. Now. This you can do.

And perhaps what matters when all is said and done is not who puts us down but who picks us up.

We do not know what will become. What will become is what becomes, and that is all we know.

leave you alone.

Where's your dress?

But perhaps you do not understand. I was crippled, crippled by an elephant that came through the roof - Madam LaVaughn

Hey, disease boy!" Norton shouted. "We know what you got. It's called

one did she want first, the small one or the big one. "The small one," said Gloria. I handed her the Littmus Lozenge and she moved it around in her hands, feeling it. "Candy?" she said.

Flora had decided that this was part of the reason her parents had divorced. Not the noise of the writing, but the writing itself. Specifically, the writing of romance. Flora

He allowed his brother to lead him to his fate.

Baby leaned back in her seat. The train seemed to be going faster, and from somewhere far away Baby heard music. It was a song that she knew but couldn't quite place. Do you hear music? she said to Sheila. I hear something, said Sheila. She closed her eyes. She was quiet. I've got a physics professor who says that the stars sing to each other all the time. Isn't that cool? Maybe the music we're hearing is the stars singing.

Hope is like love...a ridiculous, wonderful, powerful thing.

When we read together, we connect. Together, we see the world. Together, we see one another. Author,s note

He had done it. He had taken hold

It seems like a good thing to know the star that can keep you from being lost in this world.

I don't understand,' said Despereaux. 'And you will not understand until you lose what you love...

If every babe who cried were still alive, well, then, the world would be a very crowded place, indeed.