“But, alas, he never really belonged in either place, the sad fate, I am afraid, of those whose hearts break and then mend in crooked ways.” — Kate DiCamillo Copy Share Image
There are those 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. Such was the fate of… — Kate DiCamillo Copy Share Image
In luggage claim at the Minneapolis airport, the guy came up to me and said, "Maybe you're wrong, maybe stories do matter." I wrote… — Kate DiCamillo Copy Share
“If every babe who cried were still alive, well, then, the world would be a very crowded place, indeed.” — Kate DiCamillo Copy Share
My father leaving the family shaped who I was and how I looked at the world. By the same token, my father telling me… — Kate DiCamillo Copy Share
Reader, you may ask this queston. In fact, you must ask this question. Is it ridiculous for a very small, sickly, big-eared mouse to… — Kate DiCamillo Copy Share
It wasn't until my fifth or sixth book where I realized I'm trying to do the same thing in every story I tell, which… — Kate DiCamillo Copy Share
[He] had the soul of a poet, and because of this, he liked very much to consider questions that had no answers. — Kate DiCamillo Copy Share
Everything about writing is hard for me except for that - the names pop into my head. That's one of the reasons why I… — Kate DiCamillo Copy Share
Reading a story should be a fabulous, wonderful thing. The most important thing that parents can do for kids is to read with them… — Kate DiCamillo Copy Share
“If you have no intention of loving or being loved then the whole journey is pointless” — Kate DiCamillo Copy Share
I feel like the luckiest person in the world to have found what I am supposed to do and to get to do it. — Kate DiCamillo Copy Share
“Everything, as you well know (having lived in this world long enough to have figured out a thing or two for yourself), cannot always… — Kate DiCamillo Copy Share
“Dear God, thank you for warm summer nights and candlelight and good food. But thank you most of all for friends. We appreciate the… — Kate DiCamillo Copy Share
There ain't no point in making soup unless others eat it. Soup needs another mouth to taste it, another heart to be warmed by… — Kate DiCamillo Copy Share
I remember wanting to write a book with someone, the someone being Kate [DiCamillo], and we decided to write about two friends. We had… — Kate DiCamillo Copy Share
