Quotes from Kate DiCamillo

It's different for everyone she said, you find out on your own. But in the meantime, you got to remember, you can't always judge people by the things they done. You got to judge them by what they're doing now.

I believe, sometimes, that the whole world has an aching heart.

But in the meantime, you got to remember, you can't always judge people by the things they done. You got to judge them by what they are doing now.

There ain't no way you can hold on to something that wants to go, you understand? You can only love what you got while you got it.

THE DAYS PASSED. THE SUN ROSE and set and rose and set again and again. Sometimes the

I kept on going over and over the list in my head. I memorized it the same way I had memorized the list of ten things about my mama. I memorized it so if I didn't find him, I would have some part

Do gooders don't interest me. They are the least interesting people on the planet.

It was astonishing, really, what people could live through. Flora felt cheered up all of a sudden, just thinking about eating seal blubber and doing impossible things, surviving when the odds were against her and her squirrel. They

I ain't learned a thing. Not one thing. Except that there ain't nothing in this world that can't happen. That's it. That's the whole of it.

But I'm not ready to let Winn-Dixie go.

There are those hearts, reader, that never mend again once they are broken. Or, if they do mend, they heal themselves in a crooked and lopsided way, as if sewn together by a careless craftsman.

She had on a spangled top that sparkled like fish scales. Her hair was very yellow. She looked like a mermaid in a bad mood. (p. 82 RAYMIE NIGHTINGALE)

Where had Mrs. Borkowski's should gone? (p. 139)

It's hard not to immediately fall in love with a dog who has a good sense of humor.

To have someone get out of bed and bring you little fishes and sit with you as you eat them in the dark of night. To hum to you. This is love.

Mostly, he looked like a big piece of old brown carpet that had been left out in the rain.

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

Edward hung by his velvet ears and looked up at the night sky. He saw the stars. But for the first time in his life, he looked at them and felt no comfort. Instead, he felt mocked. You are down there alone, the stars seemed to say to him. And we are up here, in our constellations, together. I have been loved, Edward told the stars. So? said the stars. What difference does that make when you are all alone now? Edward could think of no answer to that question.

He thought about the stars. He remembered what they looked like from his bedroom window. What made them shine so brightly, he wondered, and were they still shining somewhere even though he could not see them? Never in my life, he thought, have I been farther away from the stars than I am now.

she gave her a good clout to the ear.

Mig watched her father walk away, the red table cloth billowing out behind him. He left his daughter. And, as you already know, he did not look back. Not even once.

Everything was astonishing. The setting sun was illuminating each blade of grass. It was reflecting off the girl's glasses, making a halo of light around the girl's round head, setting the whole world on fire.

Alfred T. Slipper was a janitor. Most of the time (often, in fact) they treated him with disdain. They had no idea of the astonishing acts of heroism, the blinding light, contained within his outward humdrum disguise. Only Alfred's parakeet, Dolores, knew who he was and what he could do.

There are twenty-six letters in all. You will learn each of them, and once you know them, you can mix them as you will, and then use them to form the words of the world and the things of the world. You can write of everything-what is and what was and what might yet be.