A reader doesn't really see the characters in a story; he feels them. — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Thats beautiful! Sad and beautiful," murmured Meggie. Why were sad stories often so beautiful? It was different in real life. — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
I prefer a story that has the good sense to stay on the page where it belongs. - Elinor — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
My dear Elinor, you were obviously born into the wrong story,” said Dustfinger at last. — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Why do grown-ups think it's easier for children to bear secrets than the truth? Don't they know about the horror stories we… — 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
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
He flung his arms around her neck, but only once he saw Silvertoungue's back was turned. He never knew with fathers. "I'll… — 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
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
I think we should sometimes read stories where everything's different from our world, don't you agree? There's nothing's like it for teaching… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Life was more difficult in Inkheart, yet it seemed to Meggie that with every new day Fenoglio's story was spinning a magic… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Mortimer's face twisted when the Piper pressed his knife against his ribs. Oh yes, he's obviously made the wrong enemies in this… — 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
Why could she remember nothing but stories of frightened people when Capricorn looked at her? She usually found it so easy to… — 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
Dustfinger inspected his reddened fingers and felt the taut skin. ‘He might tell me how my story ends,’ he murmured. Meggie looked… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Desperate? So what? I'm desperate, too!" Fenoglio snapped at her. "My story is foundering in misfortune, and these hands here," he said… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
“Elinor had read countless stories in which the main characters fell sick at some point because they were so unhappy. She had… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
So it's happened, I kept thinking, you're in the middle of a story exactly as you've always wanted, and it's horrible. Fear… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
No prince had lived in those wretched hovels, no red-robed bishops, only farmers and laborers whose stories no one had written down,… — 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
