Kate DiCamillo
Kate DiCamillo
Katrina Elizabeth "Kate" DiCamillo is an American writer of children's fiction for all reading levels, usually featuring animals. She is one of six people to win two Newbery Medals, recognizing her novels The Tale of Despereauxand Flora and Ulysses. Her best-known books for young children are Mercy Watson series illustrated by Chris Van Dusen...
ProfessionChildren's Author
Date of Birth25 March 1964
CityPhiladelphia, PA
longing reciprocal
Longing is not always a reciprocal thing.
heart broken together
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.
return arms open-arms
What was it like...to have someone who knew you would always return and who welcomed you with open arms?
ideas listening stories
There is no right or wrong way to tell a story. You have to find your own way. You can get your idea from listening, looking, or imagining. Stories are everywhere. All you have to do is pay attention.
bad-things
It is a bad thing to have love and nowhere to put it.
father heart two
But still, here are the words Despereaux Tilling spoke to his father. He said, "I forgive you, Pa!" And he said those words because he sensed that it was the only way to save his heart, to stop it from breaking in two. Despereaux, reader, spoke those words to save himself.
soul answers poet
[He] had the soul of a poet, and because of this, he liked very much to consider questions that had no answers.
fate men interesting
Reader, you must know that an interesting fate (sometimes involving rats, sometimes not) awaits almost everyone, mouse or man, who does not conform.
heart dark light
Like most hearts, it was complicated, shaded with dark and dappled with light.
powerful like-love ridiculous
And hope is like love...a ridiculous, wonderful, powerful thing.
expanding-universe expanding universe
You are the ever-expanding universe to me
heart mouths soup
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.
heart broken wish
Look at me, he said to her. His arms and legs jerked. Look at me. You got your wish. I have learned how to love. And it’s a terrible thing. I’m broken. My heart is broken. Help me. The old woman turned and hobbled away. Come back, thought Edward. Fix me
stars differences doe
I have been loved, Edward told the stars. So? said the stars. What difference does that make when you are all alone now?