Quotes from Cornelia Funke

Buku-buku akan mencintai siapapun yang membukanya, memberi kita perlindungan dan persahabatan serta tidak menuntut apa pun sebagai balasan. Buku-buku tak pernah pergi meninggalkan kita, sekali pun, bahkan meski kita memperlakukannya dengan buruk.

Power. Like wine when you have it. Like poison when you lose it.

You can't expect the wolf to turn vegetarian because of one Pup.

Power. Intoxicating. Like a fine wine.

It was much easier for him now that he was smaller to negotiate his way through his crammed shop but he still tried to swagger past the shelves like he used to in the past. The attempt looked so strange that Scipio started to mimic him behind his back. What's the silly giggling about? Barbarossa asked when Prosper and Renzo bust out laughing.

What a plague love is!

Every book should begin with attractive endpapers,' he had once told Meggie. 'Preferably in a dark color: dark red or dark blue depending on the binding. When you open the book it's like going to the theater. First you see the curtain. Then it's pulled aside and the show begins.

You humans love mirrors. You have to constantly make sure you still have the same face. Nothing scares you more than if someone changes it.

Mortimer's face twisted when the Piper pressed his knife against his ribs. Oh yes, he's obviously made the wrong enemies in this story, thought Orpheus. And the wrong friends. But that was high-minded heroes for you. Stupid.

Courage was not a given; it was acquired, earned.

Accursed, blasted, heartless things [books]! Full of empty promises, full of false lures, always making you hungry, never satisfying you, never!

What's so unusual about that, princess?" he asked quietly. "Do you know how your story ends?

It was a chilly morning after the night's rain, and the sun hung in the sky like a pale coin lost by someone high up in the clouds.

Love didn't deserve the nice reputation it had.

It's bad enough sitting in a car, never mind driving it.

It was hard to let go of love. Once woven, its ribbon was hard to tear, and this one she'd woven quite firmly herself.

Orpheus. Had the name he had taken ever suited him better? But he would be wilier than the singer whose name he had stolen. He would indeed. He would send another man into the realm of Death in the Fire-Dancer's place-and he'd make sure that he didn't come back.

If she'd known him better, she might've tried to explain to Will that life never lets you hide. Plant, animal, or human—life forced them all to grow and learn. The more you tried to run, the harder your path got, and you'd still have to travel it.

Love scared him. It was soft. And vulnerable.

Love makes cowards of us all.

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

He bent over Farid and wiped some soot from his cold forehead. Roxanne knows it, he said. She'll tell it to you. Just go to her and... and tell her I've had to go away. Tell her I'm going to find out if the story is true. He spoke with a strange kind of hesitation, as if it were infinitely difficult to find the right words. And remind her of my promise— that I'll always find a way back to her, wherever I am. Will you tell her that?

The darkness of the world made no distinctions; it entered its palaces as it did its huts.

There is no need, Capricorn finally began, raising his voice, for me to explain to most of you why the three prisoners you see there are to be punished. For the rest, it is enough for me to say it is for treachery, loose talk, and stupidity. One may argue, of course, over whether or not stupidity is a crime deserving of death. I think it is, for it can have exactly the same consequences as treachery.