Writing stories is a kind of magic, too. Cornelia Funke More Quotes by Cornelia Funke More Quotes From Cornelia Funke The night breathed through the apartment like a dark animal. The ticking of a clock. The groan of a floorboard as he slipped out of his room. All was drowned by its silence. But Jacob loved the night. He felt it on his skin like a promise. Like a cloak woven from freedom and danger. Cornelia Funke dark animal night So it's happened, I kept thinking, you're in the middle of a story exactly as you've always wanted, and it's horrible. Fear tastes quite different when you're not just reading about it, Meggie, and playing hero wasn't half as much fun as I'd expected. Cornelia Funke reading fear fun Dustfinger inspected his reddened fingers and felt the taut skin. ‘He might tell me how my story ends,’ he murmured. Meggie looked at him in astonishment. ‘You mean you don’t know?’ Dustfinger smiled. Meggie still didn’t particularly like his smile. It seemed to appear only to hide something else. ‘What’s so unusual about that, princess?’ he asked quietly. ‘Do you know how your story ends?’ Meggie had no answer for that. Cornelia Funke princess skins mean 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. Cornelia Funke dark blue book Since when does the butterfly ask about the caterpillar? Cornelia Funke caterpillars butterfly doe When it came to hiding, even Gwin had nothing to teach Dustfinger. A strange sense of curiosity had always driven him to explore the hidden, forgotten corners of this and any other place, and all that knowledge had now come in useful. Cornelia Funke strange curiosity forgotten My dear Elinor, you were obviously born into the wrong story,” said Dustfinger at last. Cornelia Funke lasts stories said 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. Cornelia Funke tears taste fall The night belongs to beasts of prey, and always has. It's easy to forget that when you're indoors, protected by light and solid walls. Cornelia Funke wall light night What's the matter princess? Do you know the end of your story? Cornelia Funke princess matter stories 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? Cornelia Funke monsters book looks Are you really going to catch us and take us back to Esther? We don’t belong to her, you know.” Embarrassed, Victor stared at his shoes. “Well, children all have to belong to somebody,” he muttered. “Do you belong to someone?” “That’s different.” “Because you’re a grown-up? Cornelia Funke shoes different children Memories, so sweet and bitter.. they had both nourished and devoured him for so many years. Until a time came when they began to fade, turning faint and blurred, only an ache to be quickly pushed away because it went to your heart. For what was the use of remembering all you had lost? Cornelia Funke heart sweet memories So Mo began filling the silence with words. He lured them out of the pages as if they had only been waiting for his voice, words long and short, words sharp and soft, cooing, purring words. They danced through the room, painting stained glass pictures, tickling the skin. Even when Meggie nodded off she could still hear them, although Mo had closed the book long ago. Words that explained the world to her, its dark side and its light side, words that built a wall to keep out bad dreams. And not a single bad dream came over that wall for the rest of the night. Cornelia Funke wall dream book Why do grown-ups think it's easier for children to bear secrets than the truth? Don't they know about the horror stories we imagine to explain the secrets? Cornelia Funke horror-stories children thinking I always thought it hadn't influenced me very much, but I heard from many people from England that many motives from German fairytales are to be found in my books. Cornelia Funke fairytale book people I have two Iceland horses, a very hairy dog called Looney, and a guinea pig. Cornelia Funke horse dog pigs I just did a picture book called The Wildest Brother on Earth, and you will find both of my children in there. Cornelia Funke brother book children -You forgot something important! -What? -It's under my sweater! -WHAT?! -Me! Cornelia Funke sweaters important Meggie Folchart: Having writer's block? Maybe I can help. Fenoglio: Oh yes, that's right. You want to be a writer, don't you? Meggie Folchart: You say that as if it's a bad thing. Fenoglio: Oh no, it's just a lonely thing. Sometimes the world you create on the page seems more friendly and alive than the world you actually live in. Cornelia Funke block lonely friendly
