• Stories never really end...even if the books like to pretend they do. Stories always go on. They don't end on the last page, any more than they begin on the first page

    Cornelia Funke
  • The 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
  • Which of us has not felt that the character we are reading in the printed page is more real than the person standing beside us?

    Cornelia Funke
  • The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure

    Cornelia Funke
  • Dustfinger still clearly remembered the feeling of being in love for the first time. How vulnerable his heart had suddenly been! Such a trembling, quivering thing, happy and miserably unhappy at once

    Cornelia Funke
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