Quotes from Kate DiCamillo

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How come you don't have a phone?" Rob shrugged. "Ain't got nobody to call

And he marveled, too, at how different he felt inside, how much lighter, as if he had set something heavy down and walked away from it, without bothering to look back.

As soon as Beverly said the words, Raymie knew that they were true. Louisiana's singing would win any contest. And Raymie wanted Louisiana to win. She wanted her to become Little Miss Central Florida Tire" (DiCamillo 212).

It is a wondrous thing to be at the top of a tree. When you have two Oh Henry! bars to eat. And a bag of peanuts.

Never enough. We must ask ourselves these questions as often as we dare. How will the world change if we do not question it?

The princess smiled at Despereaux again, and this time, Despereaux smiled back. And then, something incredible happened: The mouse fell in love.

When the powerful are made weak, when they are revealed to be human, to have hearts, their diminishment is nothing short of terrifying.

Because we must act to make our fate come true, said the king.

Love is ridiculous. But love is also wonderful. And powerful. And Despereaux's love for the Princess Pea would prove, in time, to be all of these things: powerful, wonderful, and ridiculous.

will be a scientific adventure.

Flora's heart, the lonely, many-armed squid of it, flipped and flailed inside of her.

He can put us in jail for trespassing. I don't care.

Franny Block, sitting on the floor behind her desk. "Miss Franny?" I said. "Are you all right?" "A bear," she said. "A bear?" I asked.

away from the car.

I have been loved said Edward to the stars.

them back. Sometimes, I hit them first." "Oh

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Now, don't get started on that. Remember what I said: There's no point in looking back.

Killing him will not banish him from your dreams, said Cannoc. I can assure you of that. Think on who you are, Jack Dory.

Once there was a mermaid.

Furlough took him on a tour of the castle to demonstrate the art of scurrying.

ONCE THERE WAS A PRINCESS WHO was very beautiful. She shone as bright as the stars on a moonless night. But what difference did it make that she was beautiful? None. No difference." "Why did it make no difference?" asked Abilene. "Because," said Pellegrina, "she was a princess who loved no one and cared nothing for love, even though there were many who loved her.

Love is a powerful, wonderful, ridiculous thing, capable of moving mountains.