believe me. Sometimes when life looks to be at its grimmest, there's a light hidden at the heart of things. Clive Barker,… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
“Unlike me, he realized that Dustfinger would do anything in return for such a promise. All he wants is to go back… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
“A story wearing another dress every time you hear it - what could be better? A story that grows and puts out… — 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
“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
“Breath the words and they will come to life; as of words of magic” — 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
What was a slap for ten pages of escapism, ten pages far from everything that made him unhappy, ten pages of real… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
“It seems only yesterday I used to believe There was nothing under my skin but light. If you cut me I would… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
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 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
Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose? — 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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination. — 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 letters on… — 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 like taking… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image