“ It will be dark in a few hours, she said at last, anxiously. Suppose you don't finnish it in time? I have finnished! he snapped, irritated. I've finnished a dozen times already, but I'm not happy with… Cornelia Funke
“ Is there anything in the world better than words on the page? Magic signs, the voices of the dead, building blocks to make wonderful worlds better than this one, comforters, companions in loneliness.… Cornelia Funke
“ If you take a book with you on a journey, Mo had said when he put the first one in her box, an odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that… Cornelia Funke
“ If she’d known him better, she might’ve tried to explain to Will that life never lets you hide. Plant, animal, or human—life forced them all to grow and learn. The more you tried to run, the harder yo… Cornelia Funke
“ I was the Count of Monte Cristo, who would one day return from the terrible prison island to take revenge on all those who had sent him there. I was Napoléon, banished to die a lonely death on Saint H… Cornelia Funke
“ I want to see thirst In the syllables, Touch fire In the sound; Feel through the dark For the scream. Pablo Neruda, Word, Five Decades T Cornelia Funke
“ He saw so many emotions mingled on her face: anger disappointment, fear – and defiance. Like her daughter, thought Fenoglio again. So uncompromising, so strong. Women were different, no doubt about it… Cornelia Funke
“ Fox could’ve kissed him on the mouth just to taste the smile on his lips. Forbidden. She’d almost forgotten. Cornelia Funke
“ You can not 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
“ Ten pages of escapism, ten pages far from everything that made him unhappy, ten pages of real life instead of the monotony that other people called the real world? Cornelia Funke
“ What was she hoping to gain from his death? That it would numb the pain of his betrayal, or heal her injured pride? Her red sister didn't know much about love. Cornelia Funke
“ There is no need, Capricorn finally began, raising his voice, for me to explain to most of you why the three prisoners you see there are to be punished. For the rest, it is enough for me to say it is… Cornelia Funke
“ The spoken word is nothing. It hardly lives longer than an insect! Only the written word is eternal. - Balbulus Cornelia Funke
“ The rain pummeled the old Dragon bones as though to provide the rhythm to the song of their mortality, but death was not what they had on their minds—or wasn’t love sometimes called the small death? Cornelia Funke
“ So Mo began filling the silence with words. He lured them out of the pages as if they had only been waiting for his voice, words long and short, words sharp and soft, cooing, purring words. They dance… Cornelia Funke
“ She is a real bookworm. I think she lives on print. Her whole house is full of books - looks as if she likes them better than human company. Cornelia Funke
“ Of course, the marvels you hoped to find might not be waiting inside the covers, so then you closed the book, sorry that its promise had not been kept. But Inkheart was not a book of that Cornelia Funke
“ När det gällde traditioner kunde man inte argumentera med dvärgar, lika lite som med präster om religion. Cornelia Funke
