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-You forgot something important! -What? -It's under my sweater! -WHAT?! -Me! — Cornelia Funke

Night was fading over the fields as if the rain had washed the darkness out of the hem of its garment. — Cornelia Funke

Why such haste? For a foolish hope? Why did his heart always insist on believing that there was a light in all the darkness? — Cornelia Funke

Writing stories is a type of magic too. — Cornelia Funke

Writing stories is a kind of magic, too. — Cornelia Funke

Since when does the butterfly ask about the caterpillar? — Cornelia Funke

He wants to be grown-up. How different dreams can be! Nature will soon grant your wish. — Cornelia Funke

With every new day, Fenoglio's story was spinning a magic spell around her heart, sticky as spider's webs and enchantingly beautiful — Cornelia Funke

How fast the ears learned to tell what sounds meant, much faster than it took the eyes to decipher written words. — Cornelia Funke

All writers are insane! — Cornelia Funke

Everything gets to me. I'm very sentimental. — Cornelia Funke

Some books should be tasted,
Some devoured,
But only a few
Should be chewed and digested
Thoroughly — Cornelia Funke

Believe me. Sometimes when life looks to be at its grimmest, there's a light hidden at the heart of things.
Clive Barker, Abarat — Cornelia Funke

When you open a book it's like going to the theater first you see the curtain then it is pulled aside and the show begins. — Cornelia Funke

Bo : Prop's very brave and I'm
good at cheering him up, so
we make a good team. — Cornelia Funke

They are shooting The Thief Lord in Venice at the moment. — Cornelia Funke

Books have to be heavy, because they have the whole world in them. — Cornelia Funke

Librarians. He'd never met one with a bad memory. He had a theory that words stuck to their minds like flies to flypaper. — Cornelia Funke

Never develop a passion you can't afford. It'll eat your heart away like a bookworm. — Cornelia Funke

Every German child learns to speak English in school. — Cornelia Funke

Death has white hounds. — Cornelia Funke

I will try to write books until I drop dead. — Cornelia Funke

Children, they're the same everywhere. Greedy little creatures but the best listeners in the world -any world. The very best of all. — Cornelia Funke

Odd that your heart didn't simply stop when it hurt so much. — Cornelia Funke

She had only to open a door, nothing but a door between the words,just large enough for her and Farid to pass through ... — Cornelia Funke

Loving someone merely meant pain. Nothing but pain. — Cornelia Funke

Words,words filled the night like the fragrance of invisible flowers. — Cornelia Funke

Love is always a prison. — Cornelia Funke

Nothing is more frightening than a fear you cannot name. — Cornelia Funke

I always wanted to ride a dragon myself, so I decided to do this for a year in my imagination. — Cornelia Funke

The truth's not pretty of course. No one likes to look it in the face. — Cornelia Funke

Nothing is more terrifying than fearlessness. — Cornelia Funke

Please," she whispered as she opened the book, "please get me out of here just for an hour or so, please take me far, far away — Cornelia Funke

In love - it sounded like a sickness without any cure, and wasn't that just how it sometimes felt? — Cornelia Funke

Yes, I do enjoy walking at night. The world's more to my liking then, not so loud, not so fast, not so crowded, and a good deal more mysterious. — Cornelia Funke

Dustfinger closed his eyes and listened.
He was home again. — Cornelia Funke

Love didn't deserve the nice reputation it had. — Cornelia Funke

Nothing was more cruel than a heart made of flesh and blood, because it knew what gives pain. — Cornelia Funke

Sometimes a crow lands on the roof of the house. It sits there for hours and watches the girl. The woman doesn't chase the bird away. — Cornelia Funke

We're all liars when it serves our purpose. — Cornelia Funke

You know a great many things in dreams, often despite the evidence of your eyes. You just know them. — Cornelia Funke

Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination. — Cornelia Funke

Which of us has not felt that the character we are reading in the printed page is more real than the person standing beside us? — Cornelia Funke

What's that sticky stuff called?
Basta: Duct tape.
Yes, duct tape. I love duct tape. — Cornelia Funke

And that everyone has to find their own path, even brothers. — Cornelia Funke

Every reader knows about the feeling that characters in books seem more real than real people. — Cornelia Funke

He closed the window, and the scents of the past again flooded the room, like a bunch of wilted flowers. — Cornelia Funke

Fire and water," he said, "don't really mix. You could say they're incompatible. But when they do love each other, they love passionately. — Cornelia Funke

No. Nothing could make it easier. You lost what you loved. That was death, here as well as there. — Cornelia Funke

If you're going to start tonight there's no time to waste. Certainly not enough time to finish your quarrel with this dim-witted mushroom-muncher. — Cornelia Funke

A child in the woods. A child with an army. — Cornelia Funke

It's a good idea to have your own books with you in a strange place — Cornelia Funke

Belive you me, this maze is a labrinth! — Cornelia Funke

Perhaps because this time not fear but love made him read. — Cornelia Funke

It was a page he had Found in the handbook Of heartbreak. Wallace Stevens, "Madame la Fleurie," Collected Poems I — Cornelia Funke

Oh, putrid puffballs! Stop winding us all up like this or I'll tie a knot in your tail! — Cornelia Funke

My dear Elinor, you were obviously born into the wrong story, said Dustfinger at last. — Cornelia Funke

Maybe love bore fruit even more poisonous than fear. — Cornelia Funke

That was what made fighting so easy - you could always choose death rather than captivity. — Cornelia Funke

The written word is a powerful thing, you have to be careful with it. - Silvertongue — Cornelia Funke

Hope. Nothing is more intoxicating. — Cornelia Funke

What a plague love is! — Cornelia Funke

How clear one's own desires become once they are made impossible. — Cornelia Funke

The night belongs to beasts of prey, and always has. It's easy to forget that when you're indoors, protected by light and solid walls. — Cornelia Funke

Believe, believe, believe — Cornelia Funke

Love makes cowards of us all. — Cornelia Funke

What's the matter princess? Do you know the end of your story? — Cornelia Funke

Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose? — Cornelia Funke

[She] did not reply. She didn't want to talk to anyone. She just wanted to listen to what her bewildered heart was telling her. — Cornelia Funke

She was gone. And his heart was beating too loud and too fast. Into nothingness. — Cornelia Funke

Neither Goyl nor men lived long enough to understand that yesterday was born of tomorrow, just as tomorrow was born of yesterday. — Cornelia Funke

There could be few men whose love for a woman had been written on his face with a knife. — Cornelia Funke

The only way ghosts can hurt you is through your own fear — Cornelia Funke

I wish I had more time to visit schools. — Cornelia Funke

My son always says I like very weird music. — Cornelia Funke

Hey, don't take this the wrong way, but don't come back, ok? — Cornelia Funke

What else but death could you hope to reap when you gave your heart to a mortal? — Cornelia Funke

My voice had bayou gut them slipping out of their story like a bookmark forgotten by a reader between the pages — Cornelia Funke

Books are like flypaper, memories cling to the printed pages better than anything else. — Cornelia Funke

I prefer a story that has the good sense to stay on the page where it belongs.
- Elinor — Cornelia Funke

Down there the nights are bright and nobody believes in the Devil. — Cornelia Funke

Only the powerful were hated, and that was what he was meant to be in this world.
Powerful. — Cornelia Funke

Oh yes, he was an idiot. He'd always been frightened by how much he needed her. And now it was too late. — Cornelia Funke

A book always keeps something of its owner between its pages. — Cornelia Funke

So often it is words or pictures that first tell us what we long for. — Cornelia Funke

Children are caterpillars and adults are butterflies. No butterfly ever remembers what it felt like being a caterpillar. — Cornelia Funke

Fear was like a beast that only grew fiercer when one gave in to it. — Cornelia Funke

Don't let it worry you, not being able to speak,'Dustfinger had often told her. 'People tend not to listen anyway, right? — Cornelia Funke

Power. Intoxicating. Like a fine wine. — Cornelia Funke

Jacob had seen too many horses whipped half to death to find anything romantic about horse-drawn carriages, — Cornelia Funke

Mo could paint pictures in the empty air with his voice alone. — Cornelia Funke

Books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside them. — Cornelia Funke

But i know a lot about the kind of men you mean. They're the same everywhere. — Cornelia Funke

Yes, I always imagined living in other places. — Cornelia Funke

A reader doesn't really see the characters in a story; he feels them. — Cornelia Funke

I just did a picture book called The Wildest Brother on Earth, and you will find both of my children in there. — Cornelia Funke

You know what they say: When people start burning books they'll soon burn human beings. — Cornelia Funke

The spoken word is nothing. It hardly lives longer than an insect! Only the written word is eternal. - Balbulus — Cornelia Funke

So what? All writers are lunatics! — Cornelia Funke

Didn't books say that too: that there is always price to pay for happiness? — Cornelia Funke