“Despereaux looked at his father, at his grey-streaked fur and trembling whiskers and his front paws clasped together in front of his heart, and he felt suddenly as if his own heart would break in two. His father looked so… — 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
