Because of Winn-Dixie

by Kate DiCamillo

I wondered if I was a ghost to her, the same way she sometimes seemed like a ghost to me.

Other people’s tragedies should not be the subject of idle conversation.

I believe, sometimes, that the whole world has an aching heart.

When I told you your mama took everything with her, I forgot one thing, one very important thing that she left behind.” “What?” I asked. “You,” he said. “Thank God your mama left me you.”

this made me feel some emotions