She liked the way the words sounded. She imagined them floating above her in a comic-strip bubble

— Kate DiCamillo

She might be a natural-born cynic, but she knew the right word when she heard it.

— Kate DiCamillo

She said the words, and then she had a strange moment of seeing them, hanging there over her head. "You're going to vacuum up that squid

— Kate DiCamillo

So many miracles have not yet happened.

— Kate DiCamillo

Stories are light.

— 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

The April sun, weak but determined, shone through a castle window and from there squeezed itself through a small hole in the wall and placed one golden finger on the little mouse.

— Kate DiCamillo

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 it.

— Kate DiCamillo

There ain't no way you can hold onto something that wants to go, you understand? You can only love what you got while you got it.

— Kate DiCamillo

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 Chiaroscuro. His heart was broken. Picking up the spoon and placing it on his head, speaking of revenge, these things helped him to put his heart together again. But it was, alas, put together wrong.

— Kate DiCamillo