“ When it came to hiding, even Gwin had nothing to teach Dustfinger. A strange sense of curiosity had always driven him to explore the hidden, forgotten corners of this and any other place, and all that… Cornelia Funke
“ I always wanted to ride a dragon myself, so I decided to do this for a year in my imagination. Cornelia Funke
“ True love, selfless and deep as the oceans in their most fathomless depths. Orlando let the glove run along the thread, which glistened like a ray of sunlight. But I fear this one is not meant for me.… Cornelia Funke
“ Stories always go on. They don't end on the last page any more than they begin on the first page Cornelia Funke
“ So it's happened, I kept thinking, you're in the middle of a story exactly as you've always wanted, and it's horrible. Fear tastes quite different when you're not just reading about it, Meggie, and pl… Cornelia Funke
“ Perhaps it's true that death is only the beginning of a new story, but no one has ever read the book in which it's written. Cornelia Funke
“ No. Nothing could make it easier. You lost what you loved. That was death, here as well as there. Cornelia Funke
“ Depose sul tavolo la cartella in cui teneva i risguardi da inserire prima del frontespizio e prese a sfogliarli con aria assente. «Ogni libro dovrebbe cominciare con una pagina vuota» aveva detto una… Cornelia Funke
“ After all, that was what you wanted from books: great emotions you'd never felt yourself, pain you could leave behind by closing the book if it got too bad. Death and destruction felt deliciously real… Cornelia Funke
“ You humans love mirrors. You have to constantly make sure you still have the same face. Nothing scares you more than if someone changes it. Cornelia Funke
“ You cannot fully read a book without being alone. But through this very solitude you become intimately involved with people whom you might never have met otherwise, either because they have been dead… Cornelia Funke
“ Why such haste? For a foolish hope? Why did his heart always insist on believing that there was a light in all the darkness? Cornelia Funke