Kate DiCamillo

If you have no intention of loving or being loved, the whole journey is pointless.

— Kate DiCamillo

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

— Kate DiCamillo

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

— Kate DiCamillo

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

— Kate DiCamillo

Reader, you may ask this question; in fact, you must ask this question: Is it ridiculous for a very small, sickly, big-eared mouse to fall in love with a beautiful human princess named Pea? Love is ridiculous.

— Kate DiCamillo

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

— Kate DiCamillo

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

— Kate DiCamillo

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.

— Kate DiCamillo

There is those hearts, reader, that never mend again once they are broken. Or if they do mend, they heal themselves is a crooked and lopsided way, as if sewn together by a careless craftsman.

— Kate DiCamillo

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

— Kate DiCamillo

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

— Kate DiCamillo

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

— Kate DiCamillo

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

— Kate DiCamillo

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!"?

— Kate DiCamillo

Not much goes on in the mind of a squirrel. The average squirrel cogitation goes something like this: I wonder what there is to eat.

— Kate DiCamillo

Her mother called to her. She said, "Where are you going, Flora Belle?" Sometimes she didn't answer her mother when she called her Flora either.

— Kate DiCamillo

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

— Kate DiCamillo

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

— Kate DiCamillo

I think hope and magic are probably connected.

— Kate DiCamillo

I write in my house, at my desk, where I have Christmas lights strung over it to try and convince me that I'm having a good time. I can't really write anywhere else.

— Kate DiCamillo

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

— Kate DiCamillo

It is a horrible, terrible thing, the worst thing, to watch somebody you love die right in front of you and not be able to do nothing about it.

— Kate DiCamillo

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— Kate DiCamillo