He wants to be grown-up. How different dreams can be! Nature will soon grant your wish.
Cornelia FunkePlease," she whispered as she opened the book, "please get me out of here just for an hour or so, please take me far, far away
Cornelia FunkeTen minutes can be a long time when you're waiting with a beating heart for something you don't understand, something you don't really want to know.
Cornelia FunkeBecause fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination.
Cornelia FunkeThe world was a terrible place, cruel, pitiless, dark as a bad dream. Not a good place to live. Only in books could you find pity, comfort, happiness - and love. Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you security and friendship and didn't ask anything in return; they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly.
Cornelia Funke