“ How fast the ears learned to tell what sounds meant, much faster than it took the eyes to decipher written words. Cornelia Funke
“ Everyone living around this lake thinks I’m crazy, and if we go back to the police with this story, then the news that Elinor Loredan has finally flipped will be all over the place. Which just goes to… Cornelia Funke
“ Благодаря профессии отца Мегги не раз знакомилась с людьми, которые любили книги, продавали их, собирали, печатали или, подобно её отцу, уберегали их от тлена, но никогда ещё она не встречала человека… Cornelia Funke
“ Night. Sometimes, yes, Meggie had said. But it only works for children. Which made Mo tweak her nose. Mo. Meggie had never called her father anything else. That night—when so much began and so many th… Cornelia Funke
“ Was she happy? Yes. And no. Because now the words were back, and with them the name that had spun gold around her heart for so long she hardly remembered how things had felt before him. Cornelia Funke
“ This book taught me, once and for all, how easily you can escape this world with the help of words! You can find friends between the pages of a book, wonderful friends! Cornelia Funke
“ The stars shone down on her like flowers made of light, and their beauty hurt her weary heart. Cornelia Funke
“ The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with weary feet, Until it joins some larger way Where many pat… Cornelia Funke
“ Sometimes, through the window of a car coming the other way, she caught a glimpse if a stranger's face, then it was gone, like a book you open then close at once. Cornelia Funke
“ Librarians. He’d never met one with a bad memory. He had a theory that words stuck to their minds like flies to flypaper. Cornelia Funke
“ Isn't there at lest a bloody light switch somewhere in this hole? Oh, to hell with it, I feel as if I've fallen into some far-fetched adventure story where the villians wear black eye patches and thro… 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 ever seen. But now her heart beat so much faster for someone else. Cornelia Funke
“ How could it be true that [he] was dead, and how would it feel to have him dead in her heart forever? Cornelia Funke
“ He sought her lips as if he needed to breathe through her, as if only she could keep him from choking on his rage. Cornelia Funke
“ He closed the window, and the scents of the past again flooded the room, like a bunch of wilted flowers. Cornelia Funke
“ Go back and rid the word of that book. Fill it with words before spring comes, or winter will never end for you. And I will take not only your life for the Adderhead's but your daughter's, too, becaus… Cornelia Funke
