Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times? Cornelia Funke More Quotes by Cornelia Funke More Quotes From Cornelia Funke I like a composer called Henry Purcell, and I love to listen to Neil Young. Cornelia Funke composer young And I plan to write a sequel to Dragon Rider. Cornelia Funke riders dragons writing And my father always took me to the library. We were both book addicts. Cornelia Funke library father book Every German child learns to speak English in school. Cornelia Funke speak-english children school My daughter, Anna, is almost 15, and my son, Ben, is almost 10. Cornelia Funke daughter mother son Reality is a fragile thing. Cornelia Funke fragile fragile-things reality Perhaps the story in the book is just the lid on a pan: It always stays the same, but underneath there's a whole world that goes on - developing and changing like our own world. Cornelia Funke goes-on stories book The tent in which she first met him had smelled of blood, of the death she did not understand, and still she had thought of it all as a game. She had promised him the world. His flesh in the flesh of his enemies. And much too late had she realized what he had sown in her. Love. Worst of all poisons. Cornelia Funke games blood enemy The Fairy's dress rustled as she turned. Human women dressed like flowers, layers of petals around a mortal, rotting core. Cornelia Funke rotting flower dresses What was a slap for 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 real unhappy people 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. Cornelia Funke real people world It's a cruel world, don't you think? Cornelia Funke cruel-world world thinking I'm perfectly happy to know the world at secondhand. It's a lot safer. Cornelia Funke knows world Neither Goyl nor men lived long enough to understand that yesterday was born of tomorrow, just as tomorrow was born of yesterday. Cornelia Funke yesterday men long Where did the love come from? What was it made of? Cornelia Funke made What a plague love is! Cornelia Funke plague love-is Thats beautiful! Sad and beautiful," murmured Meggie. Why were sad stories often so beautiful? It was different in real life. Cornelia Funke different real beautiful Sometimes Dustfinger thought Basta's constant fear of curses and sudden disaster probably arose from his terror of the darkness within himself, which made him assume that the rest of the world must be exactly the same. Cornelia Funke darkness-within assuming world 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. Cornelia Funke counterfeit cash detectives The books in Mo and Meggie's house were stacked under tables, on chairs, in the corners of the rooms. There where books in the kitchen and books in the lavatory. Books on the TV set and in the closet, small piles of books, tall piles of books, books thick and thin, books old and new. They welcomed Meggie down to breakfast with invitingly opened pages; they kept boredom at bay when the weather was bad. And sometimes you fall over them. Cornelia Funke weather book fall
