No prince had lived in those wretched hovels, no red-robed bishops, only farmers and laborers whose stories no one had written down, and now they were lost, buried under wild thyme and fast growing spurge. Cornelia Funke More Quotes by Cornelia Funke More Quotes From Cornelia Funke When the heart craved something so forcefully, then reason became nothing but helpless observer. Cornelia Funke observers reason heart Mo could paint pictures in the empty air with his voice alone. Cornelia Funke empty voice air The night swallowed him up like a thieving fox. Cornelia Funke foxes night Beauty and fear make uneasy companions Cornelia Funke uneasy companion He put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her full on the mouth. His skin was wet with rain. When she didn't pull away, he took her face between his hands and kissed her again, on her forehead, on her nose, on her mouth once more. "You will come, won't you? Promisse!" he whispered. Cornelia Funke skins rain hands He flung his arms around her neck, but only once he saw Silvertoungue's back was turned. He never knew with fathers. "I'll save him, Meggie!" he wispered in her ear. "I'll bring Dustfinger back. This story will have a happy ending.I swear! Cornelia Funke ears stories father 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! Cornelia Funke venice hair running Dustfinger closed his eyes and listened. He was home again. Cornelia Funke his-eyes eye home Farid had brought an invisible guest with him. Fear. Cornelia Funke invisible guests What on earth have you packed in here? Bricks?" asked Mo as he carried Meggie's book-box out of the house. You're the one who says books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside them," said Meggie. Cornelia Funke house book world Nobody loves only once. Cornelia Funke They are shooting The Thief Lord in Venice at the moment. Cornelia Funke thief moment shooting lord Oh, I think every author is inspired by all of the books that she reads. Cornelia Funke she books think inspired Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times?" Mo had said..."As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells...and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower...both strange and familiar. Cornelia Funke smell flower book Which of us has not felt that the character we are reading in the printed page is more real than the person standing beside us? Cornelia Funke real reading character
