Please," 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 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