Cornelia Funke

Writing stories is a kind of magic, too.

— Cornelia Funke

So what? All writers are lunatics!

— Cornelia Funke

Beauty and fear make uneasy companions

— Cornelia Funke

I wish I had more time to visit schools.

— Cornelia Funke

Words are immortal - Elinor

— Cornelia Funke

Everyone is small at night.

— Cornelia Funke

Power. Intoxicating. Like a fine wine.

— Cornelia Funke

I love to read aloud.

— Cornelia Funke

“How loud a heart could beat. Until it took your breath away.”

— Cornelia Funke

I have two Iceland horses, a very hairy dog called Looney, and a guinea pig.

— Cornelia Funke

Yes, I always imagined living in other places.

— Cornelia Funke

“Oh, pestiferous parasols!” grumbled Sorrel.”

— Cornelia Funke

“But i know a lot about the kind of men you mean. They're the same everywhere.”

— Cornelia Funke

A library book, I imagine, is a happy book.

— Cornelia Funke

“Perhaps the story now goes on beyond the book.”

— Cornelia Funke

I'm perfectly happy to know the world at secondhand. It's a lot safer.

— Cornelia Funke

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

— Cornelia Funke

“yes, books are like flypapers. Memories cling to the printed page better than anything else.”

— Cornelia Funke

“Girl. Woman. So much more vulnerable. Strong and yet weak. A heart that knew no armor.”

— Cornelia Funke

I live in Hamburg; that's in the north. And I live on the outskirts of town. It looks like countryside.

— Cornelia Funke

Thats beautiful! Sad and beautiful," murmured Meggie. Why were sad stories often so beautiful? It was different in real life.

— Cornelia Funke

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

— Cornelia Funke

“Perhaps she was more like him than he’d thought: Her home, too, had consisted of paper and printer’s ink. She probably felt…

— Cornelia Funke

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

— Cornelia Funke

Her curiosity was too much for her. She felt almost as if she could hear the books whispering on the other side…

— Cornelia Funke

They're all cruel,' he said. 'The world I come from, the world you come from, and this one, too. Maybe the people…

— Cornelia Funke

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

It's the same in real life: Notorious murderers get off scot-free and live happily all their lives, while good people die -…

— Cornelia Funke

He put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her full on the mouth. His skin was wet with rain. When she…

— Cornelia Funke

Every book should begin with attractive endpapers. Preferably in a dark colour: dark red or dark blue, depending on the binding. When…

— Cornelia Funke

You really don't understand the first thing about writing...for one thing, early in the morning is the worst possible time. the brain…

— Cornelia Funke

“Although it’s not just plants and animals that die out, so do books. Quite often, I’m sorry to say. I’m sure you…

— Cornelia Funke

“Can’t you imagine? Haven’t you told her about the place enough?” He tried the handle again, as if that could change anything.…

— Cornelia Funke

“A story wearing another dress every time you hear it - what could be better? A story that grows and puts out…

— Cornelia Funke

“Isn't there at lest a bloody light switch somewhere in this hole? Oh, to hell with it, I feel as if I've…

— Cornelia Funke

“Unlike me, he realized that Dustfinger would do anything in return for such a promise. All he wants is to go back…

— Cornelia Funke

It was much easier for him now that he was smaller to negotiate his way through his crammed shop but he still…

— Cornelia Funke

There was another reason [she] took her books whenever they went away. They were her home when she was somewhere strange. They…

— Cornelia Funke

“Sometimes, when I went to the spring to wash early in the morning," he murmured, "there'd be tiny fairies flitting around above…

— Cornelia Funke

“There is no need," Capricorn finally began, raising his voice, "for me to explain to most of you why the three prisoners…

— Cornelia Funke