She had only to open a door, nothing but a door between the words,just large enough for her and Farid to pass through. Cornelia Funke More Quotes by Cornelia Funke More Quotes From Cornelia Funke Words were useless. At times, they might sound wonderful, but they let you down the moment you really needed them. You could never find the right words, never, and where would you look for them? The heart is as silent as a fish, however much the tongue tries to give it a voice. Cornelia Funke voice heart giving She wanted to return to her dream. Perhaps it was still somewhere there behind her closed eyelids. Perhaps a little of its happiness still clung like gold dust to her lashes. Don't dreams in fairy tales sometimes leave a token behind? Cornelia Funke dust gold dream If you keep pretending you're in that book, it will make you not want to live in the life you're in. Cornelia Funke pretending want book 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. Cornelia Funke mysterious night world Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times? Cornelia Funke inkdeath odd book I wish I had more time to visit schools. Cornelia Funke more-time wish school My grandmother told stories; she was very good at that. Cornelia Funke very-good grandmother stories I will try to write books until I drop dead. Cornelia Funke writing trying book I love to read aloud. Cornelia Funke love-to-read I like to visit my horse, have a walk with my dog. Cornelia Funke my-dog horse dog I live in Hamburg; that's in the north. And I live on the outskirts of town. It looks like countryside. Cornelia Funke countryside towns looks Second, there are so many magical places in books that you cant go to, like Hogwarts and Middle Earth, so I wanted to set a story in a place where children can actually go. Cornelia Funke stories book children 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 bishops thyme stories Accursed, blasted, heartless things [books]! Full of empty promises, full of false lures, always making you hungry, never satisfying you, never! Cornelia Funke heartless book promise Children, they're the same everywhere. Greedy little creatures but the best listeners in the world - any world. The very best of all. Cornelia Funke littles children world But after all, the villains are the salt in the soup of a story. Cornelia Funke salt soup stories What are stories for if we don't learn from them? Cornelia Funke ifs stories A thousand enemies outside the house are better than one within. Arab proverb Cornelia Funke thousand house enemy Words,words filled the night like the fragrance of invisible flowers. Cornelia Funke invisible flower night Don't let it worry you, not being able to speak,'Dustfinger had often told her. 'People tend not to listen anyway, right? Cornelia Funke able worry people
