“Meggie thought this first whisper sounded a little different from one book to another, depending on weather or not she already knew… — 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
“I'm only a kind of book doctor. I can give books new bindings, rejuvenate them a little, stop the bookworms from eating… — 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
If you take a book with you on a journey," Mo had said when he put the first one in her box,… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
The book she had been reading was under her pillow, pressing its cover against her ear as if to lure her back… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
“Mortimer!" Orpheus produced a derisive smile, although with some difficulty. "Is your head buried so deep in your wine jug that you… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
Which of us has not felt that the character we are reading in the printed page is more real than the person… — 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
She is a real bookworm. I think she lives on print. Her whole house is full of books - looks as if… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
“Look at your daughter,' she whispered. 'As brave as...as.." She wanted to compare Meggie to a hero in some story but all… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
The world was a terrible place, cruel, pitiless, dark as a bad dream. Not a good place to live. Only in books… — 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