Quotes By Cornelia Funke BACK
- Stories never really end...even
- Books have to be heavy
- Isn't it odd how
- She read and read and
- The world was a terrible
- Fire and water," he said, "
- a book always keeps something
- The spoken word is nothing.
- When it came to hiding,
- Beauty and fear make uneasy
- Killing is easy," said Mo, "
- All books are in safe
- Is there anything in the
- The Fairy's dress rustled
- Which of us has not
- Only in books could you
- Books are like flypaper, memories
- If you take a book
- And my father always took
- believe me. Sometimes when life
- He wants to be grown-
- Nothing is more frightening than
- Who are you?' Mo looked
- Meggie Folchart: Having writer's
- Why do grown-ups think
- you forgot something important what
- perhaps because this time not
- Mo could paint pictures in
- He longed for the deep
- When you open a book
- My dear Elinor, you were
- Children are caterpillars and adults
- Power. Intoxicating. Like a fine
- They're all cruel,' he
- I'm perfectly happy to
- Because by now Elinor had
- Words are immortal - Elinor
- Words were useless. At times,
- We're all liars when
- You know a great many
- Second, there are so many
- A thousand enemies outside the
- So what? All writers are
- If you keep pretending you'
- Why could she remember nothing
- You really don't understand
- Werent all books ultimately related?
- She had only to open
- Quite suddenly Meggie felt fear
- Where did the love come
- A library book, I imagine,
- She wanted to return to
- Since when does the butterfly
- What are stories for if
- Believe, believe, believe
- There could be few men
- I pledge to set out
- She had found him and
- My children were all made
- Farid had brought an invisible
- Perhaps the story in the
- From the tower battlements, Dustfinger
- This book taught me, once
- My son always says I
- Didn't books say that
- Memories, so sweet and bitter..
- The truth's not pretty
- Life was more difficult in
- Please," she whispered as she
- What was a slap for
- There are not so many
- Every book should begin with
- The night breathed through the
- There was another reason [she]
- It's a cruel world,
- What's that sticky stuff
- She always did like tales
- When the heart craved something
- They wouldn't tell Scipio
- Blue as the evening sky,
- Everyone is small at night.
- But after all, the villains
- Nothing chased nightmares away faster
- The heart was a weak,
- I like to visit my
- Neither Goyl nor men lived
- It's the same in
- What on earth have you
- you can not fully read
- You know what they say:
- The night belongs to beasts
- A reader doesn't really
- Why did death make life
- Mortimer's face twisted when
- Sometimes it's a good
- What a plague love is!
- Writing stories is a kind
- Let's be off before
- Dustfinger still clearly remembered the
- I live in Hamburg; that'
- Desperate? So what? I'm
- Ten minutes can be a
- In love - it sounded like
- Perhaps there's another, much
- Nobody loves only once.
- She is a real bookworm.
- And I always read the
- Words,words filled the night
- Accursed, blasted, heartless things [books]!
- So it's happened, I
- Go back and rid the
- Her curiosity was too much
- Read and be curious. And
- How fast the ears learned
- Don't let it worry
- I wish you luck,' she
- I wish I had more
- Children, they're the same
- What's the matter princess?
- I love to read, I
- She pressed her hand against
- Many [book] even lay flat
- I have two Iceland horses,
- You know, it's a
- Nothing is more terrifying than
- I think we should sometimes
- I prefer a story that
- My grandmother told stories; she
- We all know what fun
- I love to read aloud.
- Dustfinger inspected his reddened fingers
- Women were different, no doubt
- Sometimes, when youre sad you
- Every reader knows about the
- My daughter, Anna, is almost
- Are you really going to
- Reality is a fragile thing.
- Sometimes Dustfinger thought Basta's
- I always wanted to ride
- I always thought it hadn'
- I like a composer called
- Everything gets to me. I'
- He flung his arms around
- Let's run away to
- The tent in which she
- I just did a picture
- I will try to write
- The night swallowed him up
- It's a good idea
- Yes, I do enjoy walking
- And there stood Basta with
- Why would we ever want
- No prince had lived in
- Because fear kills everything," Mo
- Hope. Nothing is more intoxicating.
- And I plan to write
- It was much easier for
- My wife loves written words ...
- Hey, don't take this
- The book she had been
- I remember the feeling. Whenever
- Thats beautiful! Sad and beautiful,"
- Dustfinger closed his eyes and
- Every German child learns to
- Down there the nights are
- Sometimes, when you're so
- He put his hands on
- The books in Mo and
- I don't like to