“ Wood always remembers it was once a living tree, alive and breathing in both kingdoms, the one above and the one below. Cornelia Funke
“ Worte taugen nichts. Ja, manchmal klangen sie wunderbar, aber sie liessen einen im Stich, sobald man sie wirklich brauchte. Nie fand man die richtigen, niemals, aber wo sollte man auch nach ihnen such… Cornelia Funke
“ The road went ever more steeply downhill. Overhead, the branches of the trees intertwined. It was a still, windless morning, cloudy and damp. Cornelia Funke
“ The Fairy's dress rustled as she turned. Human women dressed like flowers, layers of petals around a mortal, rotting core. Cornelia Funke
“ Sometimes a crow lands on the roof of the house. It sits there for hours and watches the girl. The woman doesn’t chase the bird away. Cornelia Funke
“ Perhaps the story in the book is just the lid on a pan: It always stays the same, but underneath there's a whole world that goes on - developing and changing like our own world. Cornelia Funke
“ How was she supposed to deal with a child? She could hardly manage to keep her own painful heart together. Cornelia Funke
“ Darkness always had its part to play. Without it, how would we know when we walked in the light? It’s only when its ambitions become too grandiose that it must be opposed, disciplined, sometimes – if… Cornelia Funke
“ „Wenn du ein Buch auf eine Reise mitnimmst, hatte Mo gesagt, als er ihr das erste in die Kiste gelegt hatte, „dann geschieht etwas Seltsames: Das Buch wird anfangen, deine Erinnerungen zu sammeln. Du… Cornelia Funke
“ My voice had bayou gut them slipping out of their story like a bookmark forgotten by a reader between the pages Cornelia Funke
“ Voglio dire che io fiuto le belle storie a chilometri di distanza. Quindi non tenti di nascondermene una. Sputi fuori, forza, e in cambio si guadagna una fetta di questo fantastico dolce con i buchi -… Cornelia Funke
