Quotes from Cornelia Funke

They're all cruel,' he said. 'The world I come from, the world you come from, and this one too. Maybe people don't see the cruelty in your world straight away, it's better hidden, but it's there all the same.

For one thing, early in the morning is the worst possible time. The brain is like a wet sponge at that hour. And for another, real writing is a question of staring into space and waiting for the right ideas.

We make for your sake such things as stand fast, Through the ages these pages forever will last. On blank paper the printer sets down what is heard Giving life to what's rife with the power of the word. Michael Kongehl, 'On the White Art', Die Weisse und die Schwarze Kunst

Por ansiar tanto pela proteção dele, talvez a mãe tenha confundido a fúria sanguinária com autoridade, e a brutalidade com força.

Cielo, l'amore era un tormento. Chiunque avesse affermato il contrario non doveva aver mai provato quel maledetto fremito nel petto.

They let him in without a word, their prince's poet, the man who put their world in ink words, and had made it out of words.

Es werden viele Geschichten erzählt in Londra. Und nicht alle sind wahr. Aber ich glaube, diese ist es.

I just planted this story, but it's growing the way it wants to, and everyone expects me to know in advance what kind of flowers it will have!

She and the writer got together to change this story for the better.

He's going to serve you up to the Adderhead on a platter made of ink. Resist it! It's not a pleasant feeling to read the words that guide your actions. No one knows that better than I do, but they didn't come true for me either. They only have as much power as you give them.

Vidal, que, como todos os monstros, especialmente a Morte, sempre é pontual.

Nicht länger Celeste. Fuchs. Sie war Fuchs. Sie war frei.

Can one heart love two boys at once?

Quando lui la baciò di nuovo, il cuore di Volpe si mise a battere forte. O era quello di Jacob? Dal giorno in cui l'aveva liberata dalla trappola, non li distingueva più veramente.

Even the Doughskins had to admit it: in this world, only stone could claim to last.

Em nossas escolhas encontra-se o nosso destino.

Memories, so sweet and so bitter...they had both nourished and devoured him for so many years.

Darkness always had its part to play. Without it, how would we know when we walked in the light? It's only when its ambitions become too grandiose that it must be opposed, disciplined, sometimes — if necessary — brought down for a time. Then it will rise again, as it must. Clive Barker, Abarat

But that was the trouble with this world — at heart, it was childish.

A mesa com o mapa da floresta já servira de mesa de jantar para o moleiro sua família. Agora servia à morte. À morte e ao medo.

Non far dimenticare all'altro chi era. Dell'amore faceva parte anche questo.

Er würde so berühmt werden, das niemand sich mehr an Albert Chanute erinnern würde.

Verwandtschaft ist eben keine Garantie für Liebe.

And these hands here 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 its creator!