Desperate? So what? I'm desperate, too!" Fenoglio snapped at her. "My story is foundering in misfortune, and these hands here," he said holding them out to her, "don't want to write anymore! I'm afraid of words Meggie! 'Once they were like honey, now they're poison, pure poison! But what is a writer who doesn't love words anymore? What have I come to? This story is devouring me, crushing me, and I'm it's creator!
Cornelia FunkeI prefer a story that has the good sense to stay on the page where it belongs. - Elinor
Cornelia FunkeChildren, they're the same everywhere. Greedy little creatures but the best listeners in the world - any world. The very best of all.
Cornelia Funke