And my father always took me to the library. We were both book addicts. — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Oh, I think every author is inspired by all of the books that she reads. — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Didn't books say that too: that there is always price to pay for happiness? — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Books are like flypaper, memories cling to the printed pages better than anything else. — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
“yes, books are like flypapers. Memories cling to the printed page better than anything else.” — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
You know what they say: When people start burning books they'll soon burn human beings. — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
The book she had been reading was under her pillow, pressing its cover against her ear as if to lure her back… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Stories never really end...even if the books like to pretend they do. Stories always go on. They don't end on the last… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Many [book] even lay flat in the floor open. Their spines upward. Elinor couldn't bear to look! Didn't the monster know that… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
She is a real bookworm. I think she lives on print. Her whole house is full of books - looks as if… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
If I was a book, I would like to be a library book, so I would be taken home by all different… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Her curiosity was too much for her. She felt almost as if she could hear the books whispering on the other side… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Perhaps the story in the book is just the lid on a pan: It always stays the same, but underneath there's a… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Every book should begin with attractive endpapers. Preferably in a dark colour: dark red or dark blue, depending on the binding. When… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
“Every book should begin with attractive endpapers,' he had once told Meggie. 'Preferably in a dark color: dark red or dark blue… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Weren’t all books ultimately related? After all, the same letters filled them, just arranged in a different order. Which meant that, in… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Go back and rid the word of that book. Fill it with words before spring comes, or winter will never end for… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
We all know what fun it can be to get right into a book and live there for a while, but falling… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
“Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you security and friendship and didn't ask for anything in return; they never went… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
There was another reason [she] took her books whenever they went away. They were her home when she was somewhere strange. They… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
you can not fully read a book without being alone. But through this very solitude you become intimately involved with people whom… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
I pledge to set out to live a thousand lives between printed pages. I pledge to use books as doors to other… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
So Mo began filling the silence with words. He lured them out of the pages as if they had only been waiting… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Perhaps there's another, much larger story behind the printed one, a story that changes just as our own world does. And the… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
“How well worn they all were..."Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times?" Mo had… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
You know, it's a funny thing about writers. Most people don't stop to think of books being written by people much like… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
She always did like tales of adventure-stories full of brightness and darkness. She could tell you the names of all King Arthur's… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times? — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Sometimes it's a good thing we don't remember things half as well as books do. — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
It's a good idea to have your own books with you in a strange place — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
“You're the one who says books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside of them," said Meggie...” — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
“Accursed, blasted, heartless things [books]! Full of empty promises, full of false lures, always making you hungry, never satisfying you, never!” — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
I remember the feeling. Whenever my father got so absorbed in a book that we might have been in visible I felt… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
I just did a picture book called The Wildest Brother on Earth, and you will find both of my children in there. — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
If you keep pretending you're in that book, it will make you not want to live in the life you're in. — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
There was another reason [she] took her books whenever they went away. They were her home when she was somewhere strange. They were familiar… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
“A story is a labyrinth, it looks as if there were several ways to go, but only one is right, and there's a nasty… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
He put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her full on the mouth. His skin was wet with rain. When she didn't pull… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
“For a moment Dustfinger felt as if he had never been away- as if he had simply had a bad dream, and the memory… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
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 Copy Share
“And he will have a great aunt called Elinor who tells him there's a world not like this one. A world with neither fairies… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
“Yes, Mo would come. Meggie could think of nothing else as Fenoglio led her away with him, his arm around her as if he… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
When it came to hiding, even Gwin had nothing to teach Dustfinger. A strange sense of curiosity had always driven him to explore the… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination. — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
Perhaps there's another, much larger story behind the printed one, a story that changes just as our own world does. And the letters on… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
I remember the feeling. Whenever my father got so absorbed in a book that we might have been in visible I felt like taking… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
I wish you luck,' she said, kissing him on the cheek. He still had the most beautiful eyes of any boy she'd ever seen.… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
Because by now Elinor had understood this, too: A longing for books was nothing compared with what you could feel for human beings. The… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
The night breathed through the apartment like a dark animal. The ticking of a clock. The groan of a floorboard as he slipped out… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share