“ Os livros poderiam ensiná-la tanto sobre este mundo e outros lugares distantes, sobre animais e plantas, sobre estrelas! Podiam ser janelas e portas, asas de papel para ajudá-la a voar para bem longe. Cornelia Funke
“ Orpheus. Had the name he had taken ever suited him better? But he would be wilier than the singer whose name he had stolen. He would indeed. He would send another man into the realm of Death in the Fi… Cornelia Funke
“ Only in books could you find pity, comfort, happiness – and love. Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you security and friendship and didn’t ask anything in return, they never went away, nev… Cornelia Funke
“ Oh yes, he was an idiot. He’d always been frightened by how much he needed her. And now it was too late. Cornelia Funke
“ My wife loves written words ... you know, words that stick to parchment and paper like dead flies, and it seems my father felt the same - but I want to hear words! Remember that when you are looking f… Cornelia Funke
“ Molotov explained how that book, should one be foolish enough to open it, gave the power to read things and creatures out of any book in the world. Cornelia Funke
“ Memories, so sweet and bitter.. they had both nourished and devoured him for so many years. Until a time came when they began to fade, turning faint and blurred, only an ache to be quickly pushed away… Cornelia Funke
“ Meggie looked up at the dense thicket of branches. She had never set eyes on a tree like it before. The bark was reddish brown, but as rough as the bark of an oak, and the trunk did not branch until h… Cornelia Funke
“ Maybe people don’t see the cruelty in your world right away, it’s better hidden, but it’s there all the same. Cornelia Funke
“ Lì i libri erano ammassati dappertutto. Non erano solo sugli scaffali come nelle altre case, no: da loro erano accatastati sotto i tavoli, sulle sedie, negli angoli più remoti. Ce n'erano in cucina e… Cornelia Funke
“ 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 us to wonder why trees are green and not red, and why we h… Cornelia Funke
“ Historier har aldrig nogen slutning, Meggie havde han engang sagt til hende, selvom bøgerne gerne vil bilde os det ind. Historierne går altid videre, de slutte lige så lidt på den sidste side, som de… Cornelia Funke
“ Her heart pounded as he kissed her. Or was it his heart? She hadn’t been able to tell the difference ever since he’d freed her from that trap. Cornelia Funke
“ Her grandmother cursed the pain as she hobbled down the corridor. I soon learned Zelda always swears using strange plant names: stinkwort, nettlemuck, skunkbush, sumac. She seemed to have an endless s… Cornelia Funke
“ C'era una volta... le fiabe non cominciano così per niente, Will. Ma il poi vissero per sempre felici e contenti ce lo si deve guadagnare. Cornelia Funke
“ Si te llevas un libro a un viaje –le había dicho Mo cuando introdujo el primero en la caja- sucede algo muy extraño: el libro empezará a atesorar tus recuerdos. Más tarde, bastará con abrirlo para tra… Cornelia Funke
“ Правда странно, что, если книжку прочитать несколько раз, она становится намного толще? - сказал Мо, когда они в последний день рождения Мегги вместе рассматривали эти её старинные сокровища в сундуке… Cornelia Funke
