Kate DiCamillo Quotes - Page 4

Did you think that rats do not have hearts? Wrong. All living things have a heart. And the heart of any living thing can be broken.

I have learned how to love. And it's a terrible thing. I'm broken. My heart is broken. Help me.

Things are not at all what they seem to be: oh no, not at all.

Life was so short; so many beautiful things slipped away.

My favorite food is deep-fried ravioli. I always get that every year.

One, we [with Alison McGhee] laugh a lot - that was great. Two, I enjoy writing, but it's a lonely undertaking. To have someone in the room with me is an absolute delight and makes it seem less impossible. It became a kind of comforting, joyful process.

But let's not speak of what might have been. Let us speak instead of what is. You are whole.

It distresses me that parents insist that their children read or make them read. I think the best way for children to treasure reading is for them to see the adults in their lives reading for their own pleasure.

Mr. and Mrs. Mr. and Mrs. Watson love Mercy [Watson]. Eugenia hates Mercy. Baby likes Mercy. Mercy loves toast. And the plot, if you want to be so generous as to call it a plot, turns on those elements. love Mercy. Eugenia hates Mercy. Baby likes Mercy. Mercy loves toast. And the plot, if you want to be so generous as to call it a plot, turns on those elements.

I remember wanting to write a book with someone, the someone being Kate [DiCamillo], and we decided to write about two friends. We had no idea how to begin this project - neither of us had ever collaborated with another writer - and I'm pretty sure that we began by giving our two friends a sock, just to see what they'd do with it. And it went from there.

It seems to be that way with most things. No one to do the really disagreeable jobs except oneself.

No one cared what she wanted. No one had ever cared. And perhaps, worst of all, no one ever would care.

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.

She was working to remind herself of who she was. She was working to remember that somewhere in another place entirely she was known and loved.

I thought I was going nowhere. Now I can see there was a pattern.

Do you think everybody misses somebody? Like I miss my mama?” “Mmmm-hmmm,” said Gloria. She closed her eyes. “I believe, sometimes, that the whole world has an aching heart.

I am single and childless, but I have lots of friends and I am an aunt to three lovely children.

I think of myself as an enormously lucky person.

I am busier now than I ever imagined I would be, but I feel blessed in that I have found what I am supposed to be doing with my life. It's wonderful to tell stories and have people listen to them.

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

The sound of the king's music made Despereaux's soul grow large and light inside of him.

Understand, I had absolutely no interest in writing; I wanted to be a Writer.

There is nothing worse than war in the summetime.

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.

If the world held magic powerful enough to make the elephant appear, then there must exist, too, magic in equal measure, magic powerful enough to undo what had been done.