“ «Quando ti porti dietro un libro» le aveva rivelato Mo quando Meggie ci aveva messo dentro il primo «avviene qualcosa di straordinario: le sue pagine raccoglieranno i tuoi ricordi. E un giorno ti bast… Cornelia Funke
“ «Come se ogni volta, fra le pagine, rimanesse attaccato qualcosa: sensazioni, pensieri, rumori, odori... E quando a distanza di anni li riapri, ritrovi te stesso, un po' più giovane, un po' diverso, q… Cornelia Funke
“ With every new day, Fenoglio's story was spinning a magic spell around her heart, sticky as spider's webs and enchantingly beautiful Cornelia Funke
“ You know, it's a funny thing about writers. Most people don't stop to think of books being written by people much like themselves. They think that writers are all dead long ago--they don't expect to m… Cornelia Funke
“ Why could she remember nothing but stories of frightened people when Capricorn looked at her? She usually found it so easy to escape somewhere else, to get right inside the minds of people and animals… Cornelia Funke
“ Time is a horse that runs in the heart, a horse Without a rider on a road at night. The mind sits listening and hears it pass. Cornelia Funke
“ The tent in which she first met him had smelled of blood, of the death she did not understand, and still she had thought of it all as a game. She had promised him the world. His flesh in the flesh of… Cornelia Funke
“ The python dropped his head lightly for a moment on Mowgli’s shoulders. A brave heart and a courteous tongue, said he. They shall carry thee far through the jungle, manling. Cornelia Funke
“ The Weaver wove herself from the thread of night, hair of moonlight, skin of stars. So old. Without beginning or end. Cornelia Funke
“ She looked inquiringly at Meggie. Do you like Alice in Wonderland? Not particularly, said Meggie, staring at the map. Elinor shook her head at such childish folly and turned back to Dustfinger. Cornelia Funke
“ Please, she whispered as she opened the book, please get me out of here just for an hour or so, please take me far, far away Cornelia Funke
“ No prince had lived in those wretched hovels, no red-robed bishops, only farmers and laborers whose stories no one had written down, and now they were lost, buried under wild thyme and fast growing sp… Cornelia Funke
“ My darling, she said at last, are you sure you don’t mind being a mouse for the rest of your life? I don’t mind at all, I said. It doesn’t matter who you are or what you look like so long as somebody… Cornelia Funke
“ Mai prima di allora, però, aveva incontrato qualcuno che scriveva le frasi che ne riempivano le pagine. Persino di alcuni dei suoi libri preferiti non sapeva nemmeno il nome dell'autore, né tanto meno… Cornelia Funke
“ La paura ha tutto un altro sapore quando la si vive dal vero, Meggie, e giocare all’eroe non era così divertente come mi ero immaginato. Cornelia Funke
“ Jacob had seen too many horses whipped half to death to find anything romantic about horse-drawn carriages, Cornelia Funke
“ It was like a promise that wishes could come true, that desire might lead to more than yearning. Cornelia Funke
