Quotes from Cornelia Funke

Ah, love. What a perfect tool of revenge.

The hate he felt still tasted like love, but that didn't tame it.

The hate he felt still tasted like love, but that didn't tame it.

That was the trouble with writing, there were such an infinite number of turns the story could take. How were you to know which one was right?

First, something basic: a storyteller never writes down everything he knows about his characters. There's no need for readers to know everything. Some of it is better kept secret between the author and his creations.

They have become so lost in their own darkness that they see nothing but darkness in everything.

Niemand au?er den Ratsmidgliedern, ihre Sekretären, Ehefrauen, den Minenarbeitern, die die Gruft gefunden haben...' Jacob hob den Zwerg in den Käfig. 'Ich wurde mich nicht darauf verlassen, dass euer Geheimnis sicher ist.

This book taught me, once and for all, how easily you can escape this world with the help of words! You can find friends between the pages of a book, wonderful friends!

Ein Apfel?' Louis wick zurück. 'Ich rühr keine Äpfel an. Zwei meiner Tanten sind so vergiftet werden.

Real writing is a question of staring into space and waiting for the right ideas.

Whenever she wanted to escape her own thoughts, she went to books for help.

The strongest memory is weaker than the palest ink. Chinese proverb, Die Weisse und die Schwarze Kunst

DER SPIEGEL ÖFFNET SICH NUR FÜR DEN, DER SICH SELBST NICHT SIEHT. Was sollte das bedeuten?

Io non credo fondamentalmente a nessuno, ormai dovresti saperlo. Siamo tutti bugiardi quando serve.

Why did his heart always insist on believing that there was a light in all this darkness? Where did he keep getting new hope from, after he had been disappointed countless times?

This is the hour of pride and power, talon and tush and claw.

Was ist der grö?te Schatz, den du je gefunden hast?', hatte Chanute ihn vor nich allzu langer Zeit gefragt. Jacob hatte die Schultern gezukt und ein paar aufgezählt. 'Du bist ein nog grö?erer Dummkopf als ich,' hatte Chanute geknurrt. 'Ich hoffe nur, das du ihn nicht verloren hast, wenn dir die wahre Antwort dimmert.

The slow days drifted on, and each left behind a slightly lightened weight of apprehension. Mark Twain, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer

Women were different, no doubt about it. Men broke so much more quickly. Grief didn't break women. Instead it wore them down, it hollowed them out, very slowly.

Ich suche seit Jahren nach diesem Schloss! Dornröschens Bett. Die Kaiserin würde ein Vermögen dafür zahlen.' Clara blickte ungläublig über den stillen Hof. 'Angeblich findet jeder, den in dem Bett schläft, wahre Liebe. Aber wie es scheint,' Jacob musterte die dunklen Fenster, 'ist der Prinz nie gekommen.' Oder er war wie ein ausgespie?ter Vogel in den Dornen verendet.

Sie war so froh, das Jacob gekommen war. Und wünschte sich so sehr, er hätte sie nie gefunden.

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.

It was far easier to believe in unhappiness than happiness.

She did sometimes fear she might never again completely trust the touch or the smile of a man.