Quotes from Kate DiCamillo

Sometimes there are no reasons. Often, most of the time, there are no reasons. The world cannot be explained.

She was terribly pleased, because she had always, secretly, deep within her heart, believed that she could fly. And now here she was, doing what she had long suspected she could do, and she could not deny that it was gratifying in the extreme.

William Spiver said that the universe was expanding…that means there will be more of everything! More cheese puffs, more jelly sandwiches, more words, more poems, more love. And more giant donuts…maybe even gianter donuts. Is gianter a word? It should be.

Truly, I did not intend to harm you, he said. That was never my intention.

How much could a heart hold? ... The goat was in his heart, too. Seemingly, the heart could hold an untold amount of things--letters and people and goats and bees. Seemingly, there was no limit to what it could contain.

If the wishes came true, they came true in terrible ways. Wishes were dangerous things. That was the idea you got from fairy tales.

Inside the magic globe that Florence Nightingale carries, there are wishes and hopes and love. And all of these things are very tiny and also very bright. And there are thousands of wishes and hopes and love things, and they move around in the magic globe, and that's what Florence uses to see by. That is how she sees soldiers who have fallen on the battlefield of life.

He would write and write. He would make wonderful things happen. Some of it would be true. All of it would be true. Most of it would be true.

He smiled at me. He did that thing again, where he pulled back his lips and showed me his teeth. He smiled so big it made him sneeze. It was like he was saying, I know i'm a mess. Isn't it funny?

Dan selama perjalanannya itu, ia jadi tahu- bahwa hati yang paling rapuh sekalipun dapat belajar menyayangi, kehilangan, dan menyanyangi lagi

Book the First A MOUSE IS BORN Book the Second CHIAROSCURO Book the Third GOR! THE TALE OF MIGGERY SOW Book the Fourth RECALLED TO THE LIGHT Coda

She herself often felt too terrified to go on, but she had never admitted it out loud

Flora reached out and grabbed hold of William Spiver's hand, and he held on to her. It was as if he were drowning and she were standing on solid ground. According to TERRIBLE THINGS! drowning people were desperate, out of their minds with fear. In their panic they could pull you, the rescuer, under, if you weren't careful. So Flora held on tightly to William Spiver. And he held on tightly back.

I'm happy to be going, said Mig, putting a hand up and gently touching one of her cauliflower ears. Might just as well be happy, seeing as it doesn't make a difference to anyone but you if you are or not, said the soldier.

I loved the preacher so much. I loved him because he loved Winn-Dixie. I loved him because he was going to forgive Winn-Dixie for being afraid. But most of all, I loved him for putting his arm around Winn-Dixie like that, like he was already trying to keep him safe.

As they walked back to the Kentucky Star, Rob thought about what Willie May had said about the tiger rising on up. It reminded him of what she had said about his sadness needing to rise up. And when he thought about the two things together, the tiger and his sadness, the truth circled over and above him and then came and landed lightly on his shoulder. He knew what he had to do.

Rat. A curse, an insult, a word totally without light.

He must, he realized, know somewhere, deep inside him, more things than he had ever dreamed of.

and how positively full and brimming-to-burst with words I am. This is what Mrs. Bullwhyte would call one of my extended flights of fancy. She said that I am terribly prone to them and often told me that I should rein myself in or the world was bound to disappoint me.

And he told himself, reader, that it was the cloth that he desired and not the light.

You can't always judge people by the things they done. You got to judge them by what they're doing now.

I have brought you half of my pancakes, said Gollie. And I have removed one of my outrageous socks, said Bink. It's a compromise bonanza!

Hyperbole is sometimes necessary to get at the truth. (It seems odd, doesn't it, that we have to lie to tell the truth better?)

And I have some poetry that I would like to recite to you in honor of the recent, um, transformations in your life." Tootie put a hand on her chest. "This is Rilke," she said. "'You, sent out beyond your recall, / go to the limits of your longing. / Embody me. / Flare up like flame / and make big shadows I can move in.