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
This world,' she said. 'Do you really like it?' What a question! Farid never asked himself such things. He was glad to… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
you can not fully read a book without being alone. But through this very solitude you become intimately involved with people whom… — 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
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 what they say: When people start burning books they'll soon burn human beings. — 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'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
Every reader knows about the feeling that characters in books seem more real than real people. — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
I always thought it hadn't influenced me very much, but I heard from many people from England that many motives from German… — 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