SEASONS PASSED, FALL AND WINTER and spring and summer. Leaves blew in through the open door of Lucius Clarkeโs shop, and rain, and the green outrageous hopeful light of spring. People came and went, grandmothers and doll collectors and little girls with their mothers. Edward Tulane waited. The seasons turned into years. Edward Tulane waited. He repeated the old dollโs words over and over until they wore a smooth groove of hope in his brain: Someone will come; someone will come for you.
Kate DiCamilloLook 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 itโs a terrible thing. Iโm broken. My heart is broken. Help me. The old woman turned and hobbled away. Come back, thought Edward. Fix me
Kate DiCamilloDespereaux marveled at his own bravery. He admired his own defiance. And then, reader, he fainted.
Kate DiCamilloI'm in trouble if they can't, because everyone's taller than me, and if that's true, that means I can't have any friends! Alison [McGhee] and I look very much like, I was going to say Bink and Gollie, but I meant Mutt and Jeff. We look ridiculous when we walk down the street together, because she's so tall and I'm so short. But yes, tall people and short people can, and should be, friends. I, personally, like being short. I think it makes things easier.
Kate DiCamillo