King Phillip and his Queen Rosemary
It's not even that I bump into things. It's more that things leap out of nowhere and bump into me
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
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.
I'm happy to be going, said Mig, putting a hand up and gently touching one of her cauliflower ears.Might just as well be happy, seeing as it doesn't make a difference to anyone but you if you are or n...
I will be brave, thought Despereaux. I will try to be brave like a knight in shining armour. I will be brave for the Princess Pea.
I lay there and thought how life was like a Littmus Lozenge, how the sweet and the sad were all mixed up together and how hard it was to separate them out. It was confusing.
I don't understand,' said Despereaux.'And you will not understand until you lose what you love...
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...
I ain’t the Princess Pea But someday I will be, The Pea, ha-hee. Someday, I will be.
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?
Flora’s heart, the lonely, many-armed squid of it, flipped and flailed inside of her.
Despereaux looked at his father, at his grey-streaked fur and trembling whiskers and his front paws clasped together in front of his heart, and he felt suddenly as if his own heart would break in two....
And he told himself, reader, that it was the cloth that he desired and not the light.
And Edward was surprised to discover that he was listening. Before, when Abilene had talked to him, everything had seemed so boring, so pointless. But now, the stories Nellie told struck him as the mo...
Them back. Sometimes, I hit them first. Oh,
Away from the car.
[He] had the soul of a poet, and because of this, he liked very much to consider questions that had no answers.
You got to rescue yourself.
What if you like the elephant were gone to the place you were meant, after all, to be?