Perhaps there's another, much larger story behind the printed one, a story that changes just as our own world does. And the… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
The tent in which she first met him had smelled of blood, of the death she did not understand, and still she… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Yes, I do enjoy walking at night. The world’s more to my liking then, not so loud, not so fast, not so… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
This book taught me, once and for all, how easily you can escape this world with the help of words! You can… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Is there anything in the world better than words on the page? Magic signs, the voices of the dead, building blocks to… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
So Mo began filling the silence with words. He lured them out of the pages as if they had only been waiting… — 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
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
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
“Sometimes Dustfinger thought Basta’s constant fear of curses and sudden disaster probably arose from his terror of the darkness within himself, which… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Her curiosity was too much for her. She felt almost as if she could hear the books whispering on the other side… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Why would we ever want to go back when your world is so accommodating with your telephones and your guns and what's… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
What on earth have you packed in here? Bricks?" asked Mo as he carried Meggie's book-box out of the house. You're the… — 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
Children, they're the same everywhere. Greedy little creatures but the best listeners in the world - any world. The very best of… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
We all know what fun it can be to get right into a book and live there for a while, but falling… — 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
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
Blue as the evening sky, blue as cranesbill flowers, blue as the lips of drowned men and the heart of a blaze… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
I'm perfectly happy to know the world at secondhand. It's a lot safer. — 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