“ Thats beautiful! Sad and beautiful, murmured Meggie. Why were sad stories often so beautiful? It was different in real life. Cornelia Funke
“ She read and read and read, but she was stuffing herself with the letters on the page like an unhappy child stuffing itself with chocolate. They didn’t taste bad, but she was still unhappy. Cornelia Funke
“ She always did like tales of adventure-stories full of brightness and darkness. She could tell you the names of all King Arthur's knights, and she knew everything about Beowulf and Grendel, the ancien… Cornelia Funke
“ Many [book] even lay flat in the floor open. Their spines upward. Elinor couldn't bear to look! Didn't the monster know that was the way to break a book's neck? Cornelia Funke
“ Manchmal hilft es, wütend zu werden, wenn man vor Traurigkeit nicht ein noch as weiß. Cornelia Funke
“ Her skin smelled of autumn and the wind.Don't Jacob...But it was too late. Clara didn't flinch as he pulled her close. He grabbed her hair, kissed her mouth, and he felt her heart beating as fast as h… Cornelia Funke
“ Cielo, l'amore era un tormento. Chiunque avesse affermato il contrario non doveva aver mai provato quel maledetto fremito nel petto. Cornelia Funke
“ Because by now Elinor had understood this, too: A longing for books was nothing compared with what you could feel for human beings. The books told you about that feeling. The books spoke of love, and… Cornelia Funke
“ Courage was something John Reckless only ever wished he had. Courage was not a given; it was acquired, earned. You had to take the difficult paths, and John had always picked the easy ones. Cornelia Funke
“ Мы оба знаем, какое это счастье - нырнуть в книгу и какое-то время жить внутри неё, но расстаться со своей историей и попасть в наш мир - это, как видно, никому не приносит счастья. Cornelia Funke
“ [She] did not reply. She didn't want to talk to anyone. She just wanted to listen to what her bewildered heart was telling her. Cornelia Funke
“ The strongest memory is weaker than the palest ink. Chinese proverb, Die Weisse und die Schwarze Kunst Cornelia Funke
“ It hadn’t been easy to reach the city where Jacob had grown up. The borders in his world were more tightly guarded than the island of the Fairies. Cornelia Funke
“ I libri la rincuoravano quando era triste e scacciavano la noia mentre Mo tagliava, rilegava, incollava pagine ormai logore, rese fragili da anni e anni d'uso sotto le innumerevoli dita che le avevano… Cornelia Funke
