Quotes from Kate DiCamillo

Stall! Delay! Obfuscate! "Let's," said Flora.

I have never known a mouse who has made it out of the dungeon only to go back into it again. Goodbye, friend. Goodbye, mouse among mice.

The world no longer shone, but it was very bright ... Strange world! Impossible world!

If you have no intentions on loving or being loved, than the journey is pointless.

The world that morning was coated in a layer of hoarfrost, and the brother was late to the task of feeding Answelica because he had stood for too long admiring the light of the rising sun shining on the blades of grass and the branches of the trees. The whole world seemed lit from within.

Frank thought how mysterious the world was, how unexplainable and sometimes frightening. But to sit in the kitchen and read to someone he loved and to push back the darkness with a story--that was a wonderful thing.

know to be a safe port in a storm?" Flora suddenly remembered her dream, how warm William Spiver's hand had felt in her own. She blushed. Whom did she trust? Good grief, she trusted William Spiver.

Magic is always impossible. It begins with the impossible and ends with the impossible and is impossible in between. That's why it is magic.

Mark that it is dangerous. Trouble has a very long tail.

tongue after you lose a tooth. Time after time, my mind kept going to that empty spot, the spot where I felt like she should be. When I told Gloria Dump about Otis and how he got arrested, she laughed so hard she had to grab hold of her false teeth so they wouldn't fall out of her mouth.

Franny, you are the genuine article. You are solid. You are certain. You are like a refrigerator. You hum.

Normalcy is an illusion, of course," said William Spiver. "There is no normal.

Perhaps, he thought, it is not too late, after all, for me to be saved.

It was a singular sensation to be held so gently and yet so fiercely, to be stared down at with so much love. Edward felt the whole of his china body flood with warmth

His rat soul longed inexplicably for it; he began to think that light was the only thing that gave life meaning, and he despaired that there was so little of it to be had.

Reading should not be presented to children as a chore, a duty. It should be offered as a gift.

At the last moment, Antoinette came out of her faint and shouted one word to her child. That word, reader, was adieu... Adieu is the French word for farewell. "Farewell" is not the word you would like to hear from your mother as you are being led to the dungeon by two oversize mice in black hoods... "Farewell" is a word that, in any language, is full of sorrow. It is a word that promises absolutely nothing.

He had china arms and china legs, china paws and a china head, a china torso and a china nose.

And shouldn't home be the place where you are allowed to be yourself, loved as yourself?

And Rob knew then that he had picked the right person to tell.

Light is precious in a world so dark.

Sometimes the pain in her heart made her feel too terrified to go on. Sometimes it made her want to drop to her knees. But then she would remember that she had a plan.

She was working to remind herself of who she was. She was working to remember that, somewhere, in another place entirely, she was known and loved.

and finally i prayed for the mouse-I prayed that he didn't get hurt when he went flying out the door of the open arms baptist church of naomi. I prayed that he landed on a nice patch of grass.