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I intended lilies, said the magician. but in the clutches of a desparate desire to do something extraordinary, I called down a greater magic and inadvertently caused you a profound harm. I will now try to undo what I have done.
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Hyperbole is sometimes necessary to get at the truth. (It seems odd, doesn't it, that we have to lie to tell the truth better?)
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Kate DiCamillo |
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Inside the magic globe that Florence Nightingale carries, there are wishes and hopes and love. And all of these things are very tiny and also very bright. And there are thousands of wishes and hopes and love things, and they move around in the magic globe, and that's what Florence uses to see by. That is how she sees soldiers who have fallen on the battlefield of life.
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Furlough?" He said. "What?" said the first hood irritably. Despereaux shuddered. His own brother was delivering him to the dungeon. His heart stopped beating and shrunk to a small, cold, disbelieving pebble."
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I am done with being loved, Edward told her. I'm done with loving. It's too painful. Pish. said the old doll. Where is your courage? Somewhere else. I guess, said Edward. You disappoint me, she said. You disappoint me greatly. If you have no intention of loving or being loved, then the whole journey is pointless. You might as well leap from this shelf right now and let yourself shatter into a million pieces. Get it over with. Get it all ove..
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Kate DiCamillo |
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nothing is sweeter in this sad world than the sound of someone you love calling your name.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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Despereaux thought that he might faint with the pleasure of someone referring to his ears as small and lovely. He laid his tail against the Pea's wrist to steady himself and he felt the princess's pulse, the pounding of her heart, and his own heart immediately took up the rhythm of hers.
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Why would you save me? Because you, mouse, can tell Gregory a story. Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark. Begin at the beginning. Tell Gregory a story. Make some light.' - A Tale of Despereaux, Kate Dicamillo - P. 81
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Kate DiCamillo |
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Sometimes there are no reasons. Often, most of the time, there are no reasons. The world cannot be explained.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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Mon Dieu, look, look," says Antoinette. "He lives. He lives! And he seems such the happy mouse." "Forgiven," whispers Lester. "Cripes," says Furlough, "unbelievable." "Just so," says the threadmaster, Hovis, smiling. "Just so." And, reader, it is just so. Isn't it?"
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Kate DiCamillo |
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I intended only lilies. That was my intention: a bouquet of lilies. - The Magician
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Kate DiCamillo |
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Never use anybody else's power, but always use yours.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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And he told himself, reader, that it was the cloth that he desired and not the light.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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Despereaux turned. He looked up and into the Head Mouse's eyes. They were dark eyes, deep and sad and frightened. And as Despereaux looked into them, his heart thudded once, twice.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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If the world held magic powerful enough to make the elephant appear, then there must exist, too, magic in equal measure, magic powerful enough to undo what had been done.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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Truly, I did not intend to harm you, he said. That was never my intention.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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spoke often, and passionately, about the nefarious activities that every human being is capable of. Not only did it insist that the human heart was dark beyond all reckoning; it also likened the heart to a river. And further, it said, "If we are not careful, that river can carry us along in its hidden currents of want and anger and need, and transform each of us into the very criminal we fear."
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Kate DiCamillo |
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He was the kind of person who, if you asked him for one of something, gave you two instead.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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The longer he marched, the more convinced Peter became that things were indeed hopeless and that an elephant was a ridiculous answer to any question- but a particularly ridiculous answer to a question posed by the human heart.
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He smiled at me. He did that thing again, where he pulled back his lips and showed me his teeth. He smiled so big it made him sneeze. It was like he was saying, I know i'm a mess. Isn't it funny?
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Book the First A MOUSE IS BORN Book the Second CHIAROSCURO Book the Third GOR! THE TALE OF MIGGERY SOW Book the Fourth RECALLED TO THE LIGHT Coda
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Despereaux was reading the story out loud to himself. He was reading from the beginning so that he could get to the end...
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Sometimes, when the light starts to fade, I get a terrible feeling of loneliness, like maybe I am the only person in the world.
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And I have some poetry that I would like to recite to you in honor of the recent, um, transformations in your life." Tootie put a hand on her chest. "This is Rilke," she said. "'You, sent out beyond your recall, / go to the limits of your longing. / Embody me. / Flare up like flame / and make big shadows I can move in."
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Kate DiCamillo |
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If the wishes came true, they came true in terrible ways. Wishes were dangerous things. That was the idea you got from fairy tales.
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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.
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I ain't the Princess Pea But someday I will be, The Pea, ha-hee. Someday, I will be.
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Gloria put a bowl of stew in Peter's hands. "Eat," she said. Peter raised the spoon to his lips. He chewed. He swallowed. It had been a long time since he had eaten anything besides tiny fish and old bread. And so when Peter had his first bite of stew, it overwhelmed him. The warmth of it, the richness of it, knocked him backward; it was as if a gentle hand had pushed him when he was not expecting it. Everything he had lost came flooding ..
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I loved the preacher so much. I loved him because he loved Winn-Dixie. I loved him because he was going to forgive Winn-Dixie for being afraid. But most of all, I loved him for putting his arm around Winn-Dixie like that, like he was already trying to keep him safe.
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tiger
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the human heart was dark beyond all reckoning; it also likened the heart to a river. And further, it said, "If we are not careful, that river can carry us along in its hidden currents of want and anger and need, and transform each of us into the very criminal we fear."
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Kate DiCamillo |
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What was the apostrophe doing there? Did the doctor own the Meescham? And what was it with exclamation marks? Did people not know what they were for? Surprise, anger, joy--that's what exclamation marks were for. They had nothing to do with who resided where.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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Life was so short; so many beautiful things slipped away. Where, for instance, were his brothers now? He did not know; he could not say. Madam
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Kate DiCamillo |
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This malfeasance must be stopped," said Flora in a deep and superheroic voice."
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Kate DiCamillo |
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Putting on socks is hard work," said Bink. "I'm hungry."
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Kate DiCamillo |
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I don't know, Louisiana. I can't see into the future. I do think that, more often than not, love has a way of finding us.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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It was a singular sensation to be held so gently and yet so fiercely, to be stared down at with so much love. Edward felt the whole of his china body flood with warmth
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Kate DiCamillo |
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What matters when all is said and done is not who puts us down but who picks up.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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My name's Gloria Dump," she said. "Ain't that a terrible last name? Dump?" "My last name is Buloni," I said. "Sometimes the kids at school back home in Watley called me 'Lunch Meat.'" "Hah!" Gloria Dump laughed. "What about this dog? What you call him?" "Winn-Dixie," I said. Winn-Dixie thumped his tail on the ground. He tried smiling, but it was hard with his mouth all full of peanut butter. "Winn-Dixie?" Gloria Dump said. "You mean like th..
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Kate DiCamillo |
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Because that is what it means to be alive, on this infinitesimally spinning planet. It means you have cares. Doesn't it?
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Kate DiCamillo |
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The rat called Chiaroscuro did not look away. He let the light from the upstairs world enter him and fill him. He gasped aloud with the wonder of it.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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Sometimes the pain in her heart made her feel too terrified to go on. Sometimes it made her want to drop to her knees. But then she would remember that she had a plan.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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He felt a wonderful certainty. The impossible, he thought, the impossible is about to happen again.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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He'll be dead soon. He can't live', said the father. But reader, he did live. This is the story.
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