Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination.
Cornelia FunkeIs there anything in the world better than words on the page? Magic signs, the voices of the dead, building blocks to make wonderful worlds better than this one, comforters, companions in loneliness. Keepers of secrets, speakers of the truth...all those glorious words.
Cornelia FunkeYou know what they say: When people start burning books they'll soon burn human beings.
Cornelia FunkeThe 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