Cornelia Funke Quotes - Page 2

If I was a book, I would like to be a library book, so I would be taken home by all different sorts of kids.

In love - it sounded like a sickness without any cure, and wasn't that just how it sometimes felt?

I always wanted to ride a dragon myself, so I decided to do this for a year in my imagination.

The book she had been reading was under her pillow, pressing its cover against her ear as if to lure her back into its printed pages.

Sometimes, when you're so sad you don't know what to do, it helps to be angry.

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

Every book should begin with attractive endpapers. Preferably in a dark colour: dark red or dark blue, depending on the binding. When you open the book it's like going to the theatre. First you see the curtain. Then it's pulled aside and the show begins.

What's that sticky stuff called? Basta: Duct tape. Yes, duct tape. I love duct tape.

My children were all made from paper and printer's ink.

Power. Intoxicating. Like a fine wine.

It's the same in real life: Notorious murderers get off scot-free and live happily all their lives, while good people die - sometimes the very best people. That's the way of the world.

Ten minutes can be a long time when you're waiting with a beating heart for something you don't understand, something you don't really want to know.

Believe, believe, believe

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

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

So what? All writers are lunatics!

We're all liars when it serves our purpose.

Every reader knows about the feeling that characters in books seem more real than real people.

He wants to be grown-up. How different dreams can be! Nature will soon grant your wish.

Hey, don't take this the wrong way, but don't come back, ok?

Writing stories is a kind of magic, too.

There are not so many mythical creatures from Inkheart.

You know a great many things in dreams, often despite the evidence of your eyes. You just know them.

She read and read and read, but she was stuffing herself with the letters on the page like an unhappy child stuffing itself with chocolate. They didn’t taste bad, but she was still unhappy.

You know, it's a funny thing about writers. Most people don't stop to think of books being written by people much like themselves. They think that writers are all dead long ago--they don't expect to meet them in the street or out shopping. They know their stories but not their names, and certainly not their faces. And most writers like it that way.