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.
Kate DiCamilloOpen your heart. Someone will come. Someone will come for you. But first you must open your heart. (Old Doll)
Kate DiCamilloI love words; I love the way they sound. Once I've worked on everything else, the last drafts of my books come down to how they sound.
Kate DiCamillo