Cornelia Funke Quotes

It was a chilly morning after the night's rain, and the sun hung in the sky like a pale coin lost by someone high up in the clouds.

She felt as if the grave stones were whispering those names to her as she walked past... Those stones that bore no names seemed like closed mouths, sad mouths that forgotten how to speak. But perhaps the dead didn't mind what their names had once been?

That bloody bastard! That thrice accursed son of a bitch!

I'm perfectly happy to know the world at secondhand. It's a lot safer.

When the heart craved something so forcefully, then reason became nothing but helpless observer.

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.

How ridiculous that water ran out of your eyes when your heart hurt. Tragic heroines in books tended to be amazingly beautiful. Not a word about swollen eyes or a red nose. "Crying always gives me a red nose," thought Elinor. "I expect that's why I'll never be in any book.

It [the book] was spinning a magic spell around her heart, sticky as a spider's web and enchantingly beautiful..