“ Dustfinger inspected his reddened fingers and felt the taut skin. ‘He might tell me how my story ends,’ he murmured. Meggie looked at him in astonishment. ‘You mean you don’t know?’ Dustfinger smiled.… Cornelia Funke
“ Det var kejsarinnans far som hade stiftat en lag, att föremål, djur och människor med magiska egenskaper var skyldiga att rapporteras. För det var ju inte lätt att regera i en värld där ett guldträd k… Cornelia Funke
“ A longing for books [is] nothing compared with what you [can] feel for human beings. The books [tell] you about that feeling. The books [speak] of love, and it [is] wonderful to listen to them, but th… Cornelia Funke
“ (here her writing became so small Meggie could hardly make it out) The last sentence worried Meggie, but when she looked anxiously at her mother, Teresa smiled and reached for her hand. , she wrote on… Cornelia Funke
“ —¿[Matar] es fácil?«Sí —pensó Mo—. Sí, lo es... una vez que en tu pecho late un segundo corazón, frío y de aristas duras como la espada que portas. Unas gotas de odio y furia, unas semanas de miedo y… Cornelia Funke
“ Если ты берёшь с собой книгу, - сказал Мо, когда положил в её сундук первую книжку, - происходит странная вещь: книга начинает собирать твои воспоминания. Стоит лишь открыть её потом, и ты сразу перен… Cornelia Funke
“ Claimed to be the man who wrote a certain book – what was its name again?Inkheart. Fenoglio rubbed his aching back. Its title is Inkheart because it's about a manwhose wicked heart is as black as ink,… Cornelia Funke
“ She had found him and was bringing back his thanks. Nor did she forget to mention that he had assured her that she was indeed the most beautiful fairy he had ever set eyes on. Cornelia Funke
“ It seems only yesterday I used to believe There was nothing under my skin but light. If you cut me I would shine. But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life, I skin my knees. I bleed. Billy Collin… Cornelia Funke
“ E Mo cominciò a riempire la quiete notturna di parole. Le attirava fuori dalle pagine come se non stessero aspettando altro che la sua voce: lunghe e corte, aspre e dolci, sibilanti e gutturali. Danza… Cornelia Funke
“ A story wearing another dress every time you hear it - what could be better? A story that grows and puts out flowers like a living thing! But look at the stories people press in books! They may last l… Cornelia Funke
“ A mirror hung between the shelves.Clara stepped in front of it and let her fingers run over the silver roses that covered the frame. She had never seen anything so beautiful. The glass they surrounded… Cornelia Funke
“ If you can change the fate of a character you read out of a book by adding new words to his story, then maybe you can change everything about it: who goes out, who comes in, how it ends, who's happy,… Cornelia Funke
“ She had thought the chewing and digesting were meant literally and wondered, horrified, why Mo had hung on his workshop door the words of someone who vandalized books. Cornelia Funke
“ One day God felt he ought to give his workshop a spring-clean…. It was amazing what ragged bits and pieces came out from under his workbench as he swept. Beginnings of creatures, bits that looked usef… Cornelia Funke
“ Read – and be curious. And if somebody says to you: 'Things are this way. You can't change it' - don't believe a word. Cornelia Funke
