I don't like to eat the same dish every day, so I read very different things. — 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
He wants to be grown-up. How different dreams can be! Nature will soon grant your wish. — 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
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
Are you really going to catch us and take us back to Esther? We don’t belong to her, you know.” Embarrassed, Victor… — 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
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
Women were different, no doubt about it. Men broke so much more quickly. Grief didn't break women. Instead it wore them down,… — 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
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
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
