Cornelia Funke

There was another reason [she] took her books whenever they went away. They were her home when she was somewhere strange. They…

— Cornelia Funke

“A story is a labyrinth, it looks as if there were several ways to go, but only one is right, and there's…

— Cornelia Funke

He put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her full on the mouth. His skin was wet with rain. When she…

— Cornelia Funke

“For a moment Dustfinger felt as if he had never been away- as if he had simply had a bad dream, and…

— Cornelia Funke

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

“And he will have a great aunt called Elinor who tells him there's a world not like this one. A world with…

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“Yes, Mo would come. Meggie could think of nothing else as Fenoglio led her away with him, his arm around her as…

— Cornelia Funke

When it came to hiding, even Gwin had nothing to teach Dustfinger. A strange sense of curiosity had always driven him to…

— Cornelia Funke

Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination.

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Perhaps there's another, much larger story behind the printed one, a story that changes just as our own world does. And the…

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Mo could paint pictures in the empty air with his voice alone.

— Cornelia Funke

I remember the feeling. Whenever my father got so absorbed in a book that we might have been in visible I felt…

— Cornelia Funke

I wish you luck,' she said, kissing him on the cheek. He still had the most beautiful eyes of any boy she'd…

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Because by now Elinor had understood this, too: A longing for books was nothing compared with what you could feel for human…

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The night breathed through the apartment like a dark animal. The ticking of a clock. The groan of a floorboard as he…

— Cornelia Funke

A reader doesn't really see the characters in a story; he feels them.

— Cornelia Funke

The tent in which she first met him had smelled of blood, of the death she did not understand, and still she…

— Cornelia Funke

Every German child learns to speak English in school.

— Cornelia Funke

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

Yes, I do enjoy walking at night. The world’s more to my liking then, not so loud, not so fast, not so…

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“ It's a world full of terror and beauty (here her writing became so small Meggie could hardly make it out) and…

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Let's be off before he gets his great horsey teeth into my poor lines of verse!

— Cornelia Funke

What's that sticky stuff called? Basta: Duct tape. Yes, duct tape. I love duct tape.

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This book taught me, once and for all, how easily you can escape this world with the help of words! You can…

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“Unlike me, he realized that Dustfinger would do anything in return for such a promise. All he wants is to go back…

— Cornelia Funke