Kate DiCamillo Quotes

If the rat had not looked over his shoulder, perhaps his heart would not have broken. And it is possible, then, that I would not have a story to tell. But, reader, he did look.

Despereaux marveled at his own bravery. He admired his own defiance. And then, reader, he fainted. :(

There is no predicting what kind of sentences you might say, thought Flora. For instance, who would ever think you would shout, "You're going to vacuum up that squirrel!"?

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.so trthen despererux died i n heaven and in peace

Her mother called to her. She said, "Where are you going, Flora Belle?" Flora didn't answer her. She never answered her mother when she called her Flora Belle. Sometimes she didn't answer her mother when she called her Flora either.

Despereaux did not know it, but he would need, very soon, to be brave himself.

Despereaux looked down at the book, and something remarkable happened. The marks on the pages, the "squiggles" as Merlot referred to them, arranged themselves into shapes. The shapes arranged themselves into words, and the words spelled out a delicious and wonderful phrase: Once upon a time

That was the thing about tragedy. It was just sitting there, keeping you company, waiting. And you had absolutely no idea.

Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark. Begin at the beginning. Tell Gregory a story. Make some light.

Anything could happen. Together, she and Ulysses could change the world. Or something.

Reader, nothing is sweeter in this sad world than the sound of someone you love calling your name. Nothing.

And hope is like love... a ridiculous, wonderful, powerful thing.

The world is dark and light is precious. Come closer, dear reader. You must trust me. I am telling you a story.

When you are a king, you may make as many ridiculous laws as you like. That is what being a king is all about.

Not much goes on in the mind of a squirrel. Huge portions of what is loosely termed "the squirrel brain" are given over to one thought: food. The average squirrel cogitation goes something like this: I wonder what there is to eat.