She was working to remind herself of who she was. She was working to remember that somewhere in another place entirely she was known and loved.
Kate DiCamilloI didn't start working on children's books until I got a job at a book warehouse on the children's floor. When I started reading some of the books, I was so impressed.
Kate DiCamilloNo one cared what she wanted. No one had ever cared. And perhaps, worst of all, no one ever would care.
Kate DiCamilloThe shapes arranged themselves into words, and the words spelled out a delicious and wonderful phrase: Once upon a time.
Kate DiCamillothe story is not a pretty one. there is violence in it. And cruelty. But stories that are not pretty have a certain value, too, I suppose. Everything, as you well know (having lived in this world long enough to have figured out a thing or two for yourself), cannont always be sweetness and light.
Kate DiCamillo