“ I libri amavano tutti coloro che li aprivano, offrivano protezione e amicizia senza pretendere nulla in cambio. Non ti abbandonavano mai, nemmeno quando li maltrattavi. Cornelia Funke
“ I hope you drop dead! She screamed as Basta hauled her out of the room. I hope you burn to death! I hope you suffocate in your own smoke! Basta laughed as he closed the door. Just listen to this littl… Cornelia Funke
“ How well worn they all were...Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times? Mo had said when, on Meggie's last birthday, they were looking at all her dear old books again… Cornelia Funke
“ He still looked so sad. Not a sign of the laughter that once used to be as much a part of his face as his black eyes. The smile he gave her now was only a sad shadow of it. Cornelia Funke
“ He pressed his fist to where his heart had once beaten, and I did the same. I’m sure I looked like a total idiot, but I think we all do when we’re really happy. Except for Longspee. He just looked fab… Cornelia Funke
“ Fire and water, he said, don't really mix. You could say they're incompatible. But when they do love each other, they love passionately. Cornelia Funke
“ Every book should begin with attractive endpapers. Preferably in a dark colour: dark red or dark blue, depending on the binding. When you open the book it's like going to the theatre. First you see th… Cornelia Funke
“ Dustfinger still clearly remembered the feeling of being in love for the first time. How vulnerable his heart had suddenly been! Such a trembling, quivering thing, happy and miserably unhappy at once. Cornelia Funke
“ Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you security and friendship and didn't ask for anything in return; they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly. Cornelia Funke
“ Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you secruity and friendship and didn't ask for anything in return; they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly. Cornelia Funke
“ Books are like flypaper, memories cling to the printed pages better than anything else. Cornelia Funke
“ Anything else? Ah, yes – Barbarossa… Esther carried on believing for quite a while that he was the most wonderful child she had ever met – until she caught him stuffing her most precious earrings into… Cornelia Funke
“ All words are written in the same ink, ‘flower’ and ‘power’, say, are much the same, and though I might write ‘blood, blood, blood’ all over the page the paper would not be stained nor would I bleed.… Cornelia Funke
“ Потому что страх убивает, - как-то раз сказал ей Мо, - и разум, и сердце, и фантазию. Cornelia Funke
“ You're the one who says books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside of them, said Meggie... Cornelia Funke
“ Yes, everything will be all right, thanks to Elinor! She could have sung and danced (not that she was much of a dancer and she was sitting in a car). Cornelia Funke
“ Yes, every evening. Your mother enjoyed it. That evening she chose Inkheart. She always did like tales of adventure – stories full of brightness and darkness. She could tell you the names of all King… Cornelia Funke
“ When you open a book it's like going to the theater first you see the curtain then it is pulled aside and the show begins. Cornelia Funke
