In love - it sounded like a sickness without any cure, and wasn't that just how it sometimes felt?
Cornelia FunkeRead – and be curious. And if somebody says to you: 'Things are this way. You can't change it' - don't believe a word.
Cornelia FunkeWho are you?' Mo looked at the White Women. Then he looked at Dustfinger's still face. Guess.' The bird ruffled up its golden feathers, and Mo saw that the mark on its breast was blood. You are Death.' Mo felt the word heavy on his tongue. Could any word be heavier?
Cornelia FunkeThe 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 FunkeMemories, 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