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
“I know you all think I'm a magician, but I'm not. The magic comes out of the books themselves, and I have… — 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
“Sometimes, through the window of a car coming the other way, she caught a glimpse if a stranger's face, then it was… — 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
Read – and be curious. And if somebody says to you: 'Things are this way. You can't change it' - don't believe… — 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
“There is a sort of busy worm, That will the fairest book deform. Their tasteless tooth will tear and taint The poet,… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
“Of course, the marvels you hoped to find might not be waiting inside the covers, so then you closed the book, sorry… — 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
“If you take a book with you on a journey,’ Mo had said when he put the first one in her box,… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
She read and read and read, but she was stuffing herself with the letters on the page like an unhappy child stuffing… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
“What a coward she was after all! She tried to think of some hero out of one of her books, someone whose… — 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
“Look at your daughter,' she whispered. 'As brave as...as.." She wanted to compare Meggie to a hero in some story but all… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
“I'm only a kind of book doctor. I can give books new bindings, rejuvenate them a little, stop the bookworms from eating… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times?" Mo had said..."As if something were left… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
The books in Mo and Meggie's house were stacked under tables, on chairs, in the corners of the rooms. There where books… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
“an odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
If you take a book with you on a journey," Mo had said when he put the first one in her box,… — 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
Please," she whispered as she opened the book, "please get me out of here just for an hour or so, please take… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
When you open a book it's like going to the theater first you see the curtain then it is pulled aside and… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
“Stories always go on. They don't end on the last page any more than they begin on the first page” — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
This book taught me, once and for all, how easily you can escape this world with the help of words! You can… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
“...if you can change the fate of a character you read out of a book by adding new words to his story,… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Second, there are so many magical places in books that you can't go to, like Hogwarts and Middle Earth, so I wanted… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
The world was a terrible place, cruel, pitiless, dark as a bad dream. Not a good place to live. Only in books… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
“For him that stealeth, or borroweth and returneth not, this book from its owner, let it change into a serpent in his… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Because by now Elinor had understood this, too: A longing for books was nothing compared with what you could feel for human… — 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