I have been loved, Edward told the stars. So? said the stars. What difference does that make when you are all alone now?

I'm at the mercy of whatever character comes into my head.

But let's not speak of what might have been. Let us speak instead of what is. You are whole.

Never in his life had Edward been cradled like a baby. Abilene had not done it. Nor had Nellie. And most certainly, Bull had not. 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. (page 128)

You must be filled with expectancy. You must be awash in hope. You must wonder who will love you, whom you will love next.

It's a weird kind of disconnect that this whole story [he Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane] grew around a real doll of mine, and here he is, with his "Edward" expression on his face. It's kind of reality bumping into fantasy.

I have been loved, Edward told the stars. So? said the stars. What difference does that make when you are all alone now?