Cornelia Funke Quotes

Words,words filled the night like the fragrance of invisible flowers.

I remember the feeling. Whenever my father got so absorbed in a book that we might have been in visible I felt like taking a pair of scissors and cutting it up.

Let's run away to Venice, and hide out in an old movie theater. We can dye our hair blonde, so no one will ever find us!

I just did a picture book called The Wildest Brother on Earth, and you will find both of my children in there.

Since when does the butterfly ask about the caterpillar?

A thousand enemies outside the house are better than one within. Arab proverb

Accursed, blasted, heartless things [books]! Full of empty promises, full of false lures, always making you hungry, never satisfying you, never!

My son always says I like very weird music.

I love to read, I love to watch movies, and I love to be with my children.

I wish I had more time to visit schools.

Let's be off before he gets his great horsey teeth into my poor lines of verse!

Yes, I do enjoy walking at night. The world’s more to my liking then, not so loud, not so fast, not so crowded, and a good deal more mysterious.

I love to read aloud.

I like to visit my horse, have a walk with my dog.

They wouldn't tell Scipio how much of the counterfeit cash was left since, as Riccio put it, 'You're a detective now, after all.

Farid had brought an invisible guest with him. Fear.

Beauty and fear make uneasy companions

The night swallowed him up like a thieving fox.

How fast the ears learned to tell what sounds meant, much faster than it took the eyes to decipher written words.

Sometimes, when you’re sad you don’t know what to do, it helps to be angry. But then the tears come back again all the same, and you fall asleep with the salty taste of them on your lips.

Mo could paint pictures in the empty air with his voice alone.

perhaps because this time not fear but love made him read.

Thats beautiful! Sad and beautiful," murmured Meggie. Why were sad stories often so beautiful? It was different in real life.

Many [book] even lay flat in the floor open. Their spines upward. Elinor couldn't bear to look! Didn't the monster know that was the way to break a book's neck?

-You forgot something important! -What? -It's under my sweater! -WHAT?! -Me!

Words are immortal - Elinor

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.

Killing is easy, " said Mo, "Dying is harder...

As Mo had said: writing stories is a kind of magic, too.

It [the book] was spinning a magic spell around her heart, sticky as a spider's web and enchantingly beautiful..

Because fear kills everything, " Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination.

-You forgot something important!-What?-It's under my sweater!-WHAT?!-Me!

I always used to read aloud to her in the evenings--

.......only the powerful were hated, and that was what he was meant to be in this world.Powerful.

You're the one who says books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside them...

Children, they're the same everywhere. Greedy little creatures but the best listeners in the world -any world. The very best of all.

Words, words filled the night like the fragrance of invisible flowers.

All writers are insane!

Stories always go on. They don't end on the last page any more than they begin on the first page

Night was fading over the fields as if the rain had washed the darkness out of the hem of its garment.

Secrets... nothing eats away at love faster.

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.

It was a chilly morning after the night's rain, and the sun hung in the sky like a pale coin lost by someone high up in the clouds.

Meggie thought this first whisper sounded a little different from one book to another, depending on weather or not she already knew the story it was going to tell her.