Because by now Elinor had understood this, too: A longing for books was nothing compared with what you could feel for human beings. The books told you about that feeling. The books spoke of love, and it was wonderful to listen to them, but they were no substitute for love itself. They couldn't kiss her like Meggie, they couldn't hug her like Resa, they couldn't laugh like Mortimer. Poor books, poor Elinor.
Cornelia FunkeWhen you open a book it's like going to the theater first you see the curtain then it is pulled aside and the show begins.
Cornelia FunkeBooks are like flypaper, memories cling to the printed pages better than anything else.
Cornelia Funke