If I was a book, I would like to be a library book, so I would be taken home by all different sorts of kids.
Cornelia FunkeSometimes, when youโre sad you donโt 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 FunkeYou really don't understand the first thing about writing...for one thing, early in the morning is the worst possible time. the brain is like a wet sponge at that hour. And for another, real writing is a question of staring into space and waiting for the right ideas.
Cornelia FunkeThere was another reason [she] took her books whenever they went away. They were her home when she was somewhere strange. They were familiar voices, friends that never quarreled with her, clever, powerful friends -- daring and knowledgeable, tried and tested adventurers who had traveled far and wide. Her books cheered her up when she was sad and kept her from being bored.
Cornelia FunkeDustfinger inspected his reddened fingers and felt the taut skin. โHe might tell me how my story ends,โ he murmured. Meggie looked at him in astonishment. โYou mean you donโt know?โ Dustfinger smiled. Meggie still didnโt particularly like his smile. It seemed to appear only to hide something else. โWhatโs so unusual about that, princess?โ he asked quietly. โDo you know how your story ends?โ Meggie had no answer for that.
Cornelia Funke