I have never known a mouse who has made it out of the dungeon only to go back into it again. Goodbye, friend. Goodbye, mouse among mice.
Franny, you are the genuine article. You are solid. You are certain. You are like a refrigerator. You hum.
Normalcy is an illusion, of course,” said William Spiver. “There is no normal.
All living things have a heart. And the heart of any living thing can be broken.
And Rob knew then that he had picked the right person to tell.
You know, my eyes ain’t too good at all. I can’t see nothing but the general shape of things, so I got to rely on my heart. Why don’t you go on and tell me everything about yourself, so as I can see you with my heart.
It’s different for everyone she said, you find out on your own. But in the meantime, you got to remember, you can’t always judge people by the things they done. You got to judge them by what they’re doing now.
It’s kind of a strange church and I thought Winn-Dixie would fit right in.
Sometimes, it seemed like everybody in the world was lonely.
Do gooders don’t interest me. They are the least interesting people on the planet.
Fear is a big waste of time.
But I’m not ready to let Winn-Dixie go.
Mostly, he looked like a big piece of old brown carpet that had been left out in the rain.
A what?” said Willie May.
And when times are terrible, soup is the answer.
You. Now. This you can do.
The story is smarter than I am.
He had china arms and china legs, china paws and a china head, a china torso and a china nose.
Every action, reader, no matter how small, has a consequence.
Well now, look at that,” she said. “That dog is smiling at me.” “It’s a talent of his,” I told her. “It is a fine talent,” Miss Franny said. “A very fine talent.” And she smiled back at Winn-Dixie. “We could be friends,” I said to Miss Franny. “I mean you and me and Winn-Dixie, we could all be friends.