“ 1 A STRANGER IN THE NIGHT The moon shone in the rocking horse’s eye, and in the mouse’s eye, too, when Tolly fetched it out from under his pillow to see. The clock went tick-tock, and in the stillness… Cornelia Funke
“ ¿No te parece raro el grosor de un libro cuando lo lees varias veces? –le había preguntado Mo en su último cumpleaños, cuando contemplaban cada uno de sus viejos libros-. Parece como si cada vez algo… Cornelia Funke
“ ¡No son historias, Lengua de Brujo, es la pura verdad! ¿Es que ya no la reconoces cuando la ves? Cierto: es una chica fea y no es agradable mirarla a la cara. Cornelia Funke
“ ¡Escucha! –exclamó-. Sé que es difícil de creer, pero si algo puede abrir las puertas de las mazmorras del Castillo de la Noche son las palabras de esta carta… y la lengua de Meggie. Ella es capaz de… Cornelia Funke
“ No te preocupes por no poder hablar -solía decirle Dedo Polvoriento-. La gente no suele prestar atención. Cornelia Funke
“ An odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it. It will all come into your mind with the very firs… Cornelia Funke
“ You really don't understand the first thing about writing...for one thing, early in the morning is the worst possible time. the brain is like a wet sponge at that hour. And for another, real writing i… Cornelia Funke
“ You know a great many things in dreams, often despite the evidence of your eyes. You just know them. Cornelia Funke
“ You crazy! whispered Meggie. You're a total lunatic!But her opinion did not impress Fenoglio in the slightest. So what? All writers are lunatics! Cornelia Funke
“ Words were useless. At times, they might sound wonderful, but they let you down the moment you really needed them. You could never find the right words, never, and where would you look for them? The h… Cornelia Funke
“ Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose? Cornelia Funke
“ Who are you?' Mo looked at the White Women. Then he looked at Dustfinger's still face.Guess.' The bird ruffled up its golden feathers, and Mo saw that the mark on its breast was blood.You are Death.'… Cornelia Funke
“ This world,' she said. 'Do you really like it?'What a question! Farid never asked himself such things. He was glad to be with Dustfinger again and didn't mind where that was.It's a cruel world, don't… Cornelia Funke
“ The heart was a weak, changeable thing, bent on nothing but love, and there could be no more fatal mistake than to make it your master. Reason must be in charge. It comforted you for the heart's fooli… Cornelia Funke
“ That was the use of knives for women: to cut food for the men who killed with their knives… who killed those women's husbands, their sons, and their daughters. Cornelia Funke
“ Perhaps she was more like him than he'd thought: her home, too, had consisted of paper and printer's ink. She probably felt as lost as he did in the real world. Cornelia Funke
“ I think I'll buy you from your father so you can say nice things like that to me three times a day. How much for her, Mo? Cornelia Funke
“ For the hundredth time, she closed her eyes so she could see another room in her mind's eye, one with a curtain full of stars, and a mattress surrounded by books that whispered their stories to her at… Cornelia Funke
