Cornelia Funke Quotes

Stories always go on. They don't end on the last page any more than they begin on the first page

~ Cornelia Funke

What are stories for if we don't learn from them?

~ Cornelia Funke

I'm perfectly happy to know the world at secondhand. It's a lot safer.

~ Cornelia Funke

So it's happened, I kept thinking, you're in the middle of a story exactly as you've always wanted, and it's horrible. Fear tastes quite different when you're not just reading about it, Meggie, and playing hero wasn't half as much fun as I'd expected.

~ Cornelia Funke

I will try to write books until I drop dead.

~ Cornelia Funke

That bloody bastard! That thrice accursed son of a bitch!

~ Cornelia Funke

Night was fading over the fields as if the rain had washed the darkness out of the hem of its garment.

~ Cornelia Funke

Secrets... nothing eats away at love faster.

~ Cornelia Funke

What was she hoping to gain from his death? That it would numb the pain of his betrayal, or heal her injured pride? Her red sister didn't know much about love.

~ Cornelia Funke

She felt as if the grave stones were whispering those names to her as she walked past... Those stones that bore no names seemed like closed mouths, sad mouths that forgotten how to speak. But perhaps the dead didn't mind what their names had once been?

~ Cornelia Funke

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.

~ Cornelia Funke

The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure.

~ Cornelia Funke

For him that stealeth, or borroweth and returneth not, this book from its owner, let it change into a serpent in his hand and rend him. Let him be struck with palsy, and all his members blasted. Let him languish in pain, crying aloud for mercy, and let there be no surcease to this agony till he sing in dissolution. Let bookworms gnaw his entrails in token of the worm that dieth not, and when at last he goeth to his last punishment, let the flames of hell consume him for

~ Cornelia Funke

Meggie thought this first whisper sounded a little different from one book to another, depending on weather or not she already knew the story it was going to tell her.

~ Cornelia Funke

He wants to be grown-up. How different dreams can be! Nature will soon grant your wish.

~ Cornelia Funke

If I was a book, I would like to be a library book, so I would be taken home by all different sorts of kids.

~ Cornelia Funke