Top 100 Kate DiCamillo Quotes
#2. It's not even that I bump into things. It's more that things leap out of nowhere and bump into me
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#3. Like most hearts, it was complicated, shaded with dark and dappled with light.
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#4. Magic is always impossible ... It begins with the impossible and ends with the impossible and is impossible in between. That is why it's magic.
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#5. This is the danger of loving: No matter how powerful you are, no matter how many kingdoms you rule, you cannot stop those you love from dying.
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#6. 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.
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#7. 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.
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#8. Everything, as you well know ... cannot always be sweetness and light.
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#9. Why would you save me?
Because you, mouse, can tell Gregory a story. Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark. Begin at the beginning. Tell Gregory a story. Make some light.'
- A Tale of Despereaux, Kate Dicamillo - P. 81
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#10. That was the thing about tragedy. It was just sitting there, keeping you company, waiting. And you had absolutely no idea.
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#11. I'm not exactly sure how old the girls are [in Bink & Gollie], but I can pretty much guarantee that their parents will never show up. That would mess up the fun. I do, however, very much like Kate's idea of having Tony [Fucile] draw their portraits.
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#12. At least Lester had the decency to weep at his act of perfidy. Reader, do you know what 'perfidy' means? I have a feeling you do, based on the scene that unfolded here. But you should look up the word in your dictionary, just to be sure.
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#13. It's hard not to immediately fall in love witha dog who has a good sense of humor.
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#14. He felt a wonderful certainty. The impossible, he thought, the impossible is about to happen again.
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#16. The words were good words, Ulysses felt, maybe even great words, but the list was very incomplete. He was just getting started. The words needed to be arranged, fussed with, put in the order of his heart.
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#17. It is our duty and our joy to communicate our hearts to each other. Words assist us in this task.
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#18. Understand, I had absolutely no interest in writing; I wanted to be a Writer.
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#20. Love, as we have already discussed, is a powerful, wonderful, ridiculous thing, capable of moving mountains. And spools of thread.
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#21. Once, oh marvelous once, there was a rabbit who found his way home.
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#22. But in truth,' said Bull, 'we are going nowhere. That my friend, is the irony of our constant movement.
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#23. I intended only lilies. That was my intention: a bouquet of lilies. - The Magician
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#24. 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.
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#25. I don't understand,' said Despereaux.
'And you will not understand until you lose what you love ...
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#27. But, reader, there is no comfort in the word "farewell," even if you say it in French. "Farewell" is a word that,in any language, is full of sorrow. It is a word that promises absolutely nothing.
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#34. She were forced to describe it, she would say that it tasted exactly like squirrel: fuzzy, damp, slightly nutty. Have you lost your
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#35. Fairy tales dont tell you that dragons are real, but that they can be defeated!
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#36. Reader, you may ask this queston. In fact, you must ask this question. Is it ridiculous for a very small, sickly, big-eared mouse fall in love with a beautiful princess named Pea? The answer is..
Yes. Of course it's ridiculous.
Love is ridiculous.
But love is also wonderful. And powerful.
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#37. All of God's creatures have names, every last one of them. Of that I am sure: of that I have no doubt at all.
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#38. I love your round head,
the brilliant green,
the watching blue,
these letters,
this world, you.
I am very, very hungry.
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#40. This malfeasance must be stopped, said Flora in a deep and superheroic voice.
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#41. Sometimes there are no reasons. Often, most of the time, there are no reasons. The world cannot be explained.
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#42. The world is dark, and light is precious.
Come closer, dear reader.
You must trust me.
I am telling you a story.
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#43. 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
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#44. Rob sat out on the curb in front of the motel room and waited for Sistine to come back from using the phone.
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#45. Her words sounded the way all those things made him feel, as if the world, the real world, had been punched through, so that he could see something wonderful and dazzling on the other side of it.
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#47. 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.
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#48. It was a singular sensation to be held so gently and yet so fiercely, to be stared down at with so much love.
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#49. It seems to be that way with most things. No one to do the really disagreeable jobs except oneself.
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#50. He let the light from the upstairs world enter him and fill him. He gasped aloud with the wonder of it.
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#51. Say it, reader. Say the word 'quest' out loud. It is an extraordinary word, isn't it? So small and yet so full of wonder, so full of hope.
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#52. Rob was dismayed to see that she was still wearing his shirt and jeans.
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#53. He'll be dead soon. He can't live', said the father.
But reader, he did live.
This is the story.
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#54. You must be filled with expectancy. You must be awash in hope. You must wonder who will love you, whom you will love next.
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#55. It occurred to her that nobody really knew what anybody else was upset about, and that seemed like a terrible thing.
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#56. If you want to be a writer, write a little bit every day. Pay attention to the world around you. Stories are hiding, waiting everywhere. You just have to open your eyes and your heart.
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#57. Who can say what astonishments are hidden inside the most mundane being?
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#58. Look at me, he said to her. His arms and legs jerked. Look at me. You got your wish. I have learned how to love. And it's a terrible thing. I'm broken. My heart is broken. Help me. The old woman turned and hobbled away. Come back, thought Edward. Fix me
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#59. But answer me this: how can a story end happily if there is no love?
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#60. 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.
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#61. Melancholy, I repeated. I liked the way it sounded, like there was music hidden somewhere inside it. Kate Di Camillo, Because of Winn Dixie
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#62. [He] had the soul of a poet, and because of this, he liked very much to consider questions that had no answers.
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#63. Do you know what it means to be emphatic? I will tell you: It means that when you are being forcibly taken to a dungeon, when you have a large knife at your back, when you are trying to be brave, you are able, still, to think for a moment of the person who is holding the knife.
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#64. Hands down, the biggest thrill is to get a letter from a kid saying, I loved your book. Will you write me another one?
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#65. Perhaps this is a dream, said Madam La Vaughn from her chair. Perhaps the whole thing has been nothing but a dream.
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#66. We appreciate the complicated and wonderful gifts you give us in each other. And we appreciate the task you put down before us, of loving each other the best we can, even as you love us.
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#67. She might be a natural-born cynic, but she knew the right word when she heard it.
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#68. He knew how to construct a song out of the nothing of day-to-day life and how to sing that nothing into a song so beautiful that it could sustain the vision of a whole and better world.
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#69. Do not hope; instead, observe were words that Flora, as a cynic, had found useful in the extreme. She repeated them to herself a lot.
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#70. 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.
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#71. The undoing is almost always more difficult than the doing.
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#72. Everything I write comes from my childhood in one way or another. I am forever drawing on the sense of mystery and wonder and possibility that pervaded that time of my life.
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#73. The April sun, weak but determined, shone through a castle window and from there squeezed itself through a small hole in the wall and placed one golden finger on the little mouse.
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#74. I intended lilies, said the magician. but in the clutches of a desparate desire to do something extraordinary, I called down a greater magic and inadvertently caused you a profound harm. I will now try to undo what I have done.
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#75. We forget that the simple gesture of putting a book in someone's hands can change a life. I want to remind you that it can. I want to thank you because it did. - 2010 Indies Choice Award
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#76. Mon Dieu, look, look," says Antoinette. "He lives. He lives! And he seems such the happy mouse."
"Forgiven," whispers Lester.
"Cripes," says Furlough, "unbelievable."
"Just so," says the threadmaster, Hovis, smiling. "Just so."
And, reader, it is just so.
Isn't it?
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#77. The shapes arranged themselves into words, and the words spelled out a delicious and wonderful phrase: Once upon a time.
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#78. I have learned how to love. And it's a terrible thing. I'm broken. My heart is broken. Help me.
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#79. May God strike me down with a hammer on the head before I write a book with a teach-y goal!
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#80. 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)
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#81. I've never worked with a co-author before [Alison McGhee]. Writing for me is a pretty scary thing, so it was a huge comfort to have someone in the room working with me. It became less like work and more like play.
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#82. Despereaux thought that he might faint with the pleasure of someone referring to his ears as small and lovely. He laid his tail against the Pea's wrist to steady himself and he felt the princess's pulse, the pounding of her heart, and his own heart immediately took up the rhythm of hers.
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#83. Sometimes he reminded me of a turtle hiding inside its shell, in there thinking about things and not ever sticking his head out into the world.
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#84. There are 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.
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#85. 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.
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#86. I thought I was going nowhere. Now I can see there was a pattern.
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#88. There ain't no way you can hold onto something that wants to go, you understand? You can only love what you got while you got it.
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#89. Once upon a time, he said out loud to the darkness. He said these words because they were the best, the most powerful words that he knew and just the saying of them comforted him.
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#90. No one cared what she wanted. No one had ever cared. And perhaps, worst of all, no one ever would care.
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#91. Farewell is a word that, in any language, is full of sorrow. It is a word that promises nothing.
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#94. Rat. A curse, an insult, a word totally without light.
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#95. You are down there alone, the stars seemed to say to him. And we are up here, in our constellations, together.
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#96. If memory serves me correctly, and it doesn't always, Kate [DiCamillo] and I met in the fall of 2001 at the former Figlio's restaurant in Minneapolis. We were laughing within a minute of meeting - always a good sign.
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#97. Furlough took him on a tour of the castle to demonstrate the art of scurrying.
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#98. My father leaving the family shaped who I was and how I looked at the world. By the same token, my father telling me fairy tales that he had made up shaped me profoundly, too.
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#99. Forgiveness, reader, is, I think, something very much like hope and love - a powerful, wonderful thing.
And a ridiculous thing, too.
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#100. The longer he marched, the more convinced Peter became that things were indeed hopeless and that an elephant was a ridiculous answer to any question- but a particularly ridiculous answer to a question posed by the human heart.
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