Cornelia Funke Quotes - Page 5

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• I think we should sometimes read stories where everything's different from our world, don't you agree? There's nothing's like it for teaching us to wonder why trees are green and not red, and why we have five fingers rather than six.' --spoken by The Bluejay, aka Mo the Bookbinder, from 'Inkdeath

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  Teaching, Thinking, Our World

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• You really don't understand the first thing about writing...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.

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  Morning, Real, Writing

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• Nothing chased nightmares away faster than the rustle of printed paper.

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  Paper, Nightmare, Faster

  Cornelia Funke (2011). “Inkheart”, p.9, Scholastic Inc.

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• There could be few men whose love for a woman had been written on his face with a knife.

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  Men, Knives, Faces

  Cornelia Funke (2011). “Inkspell”, p.399, Chicken House

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• The spoken word is nothing. It hardly lives longer than an insect! Only the written word is eternal. - Balbulus

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  Insects, Spoken Word, Written Word

  Cornelia Funke (2011). “Inkspell”, p.289, Scholastic Inc.

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• Everyone is small at night.

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  Night

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• Read – and be curious. And if somebody says to you: 'Things are this way. You can't change it' - don't believe a word.

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  Believe, Way, Curious

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• Killing is easy," said Mo, "Dying is harder.

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  Dying, Killing, Easy

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• She had only to open a door, nothing but a door between the words,just large enough for her and Farid to pass through.

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  Doors, Enough

  Cornelia Funke (2011). “Inkspell”, p.123, Scholastic Inc.

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• Sometimes it's a good thing we don't remember things half as well as books do.

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  Book, Half, Remember

  Cornelia Funke (2011). “Inkheart”, p.51, Scholastic Inc.

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• Because by now Elinor had understood this, too: A longing for books was nothing compared with what you could feel for human beings. The books told you about that feeling. The books spoke of love, and it was wonderful to listen to them, but they were no substitute for love itself. They couldn't kiss her like Meggie, they couldn't hug her like Resa, they couldn't laugh like Mortimer. Poor books, poor Elinor.

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  Book, Kissing, Laughing

  Cornelia Funke (2011). “Inkdeath”, p.114, Scholastic Inc.

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• Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination.

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  Heart, Imagination, Mind

  Cornelia Funke (2011). “Inkheart”, p.128, Scholastic Inc.

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• Weren’t all books ultimately related? After all, the same letters filled them, just arranged in a different order. Which meant that, in a certain way, every book was contained in every other!

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  Book, Order, Different

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• I remember the feeling. Whenever my father got so absorbed in a book that we might have been in visible I felt like taking a pair of scissors and cutting it up.

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  Father, Book, Cutting

  Cornelia Funke (2011). “Inkheart”, p.231, Scholastic Inc.

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• There was another reason [she] took her books whenever they went away. They were her home when she was somewhere strange. They were familiar voices, friends that never quarreled with her, clever, powerful friends -- daring and knowledgeable, tried and tested adventurers who had traveled far and wide. Her books cheered her up when she was sad and kept her from being bored.

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  Clever, Powerful, Book

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• I love to read aloud.

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  Love To Read

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• The books in Mo and Meggie's house were stacked under tables, on chairs, in the corners of the rooms. There where books in the kitchen and books in the lavatory. Books on the TV set and in the closet, small piles of books, tall piles of books, books thick and thin, books old and new. They welcomed Meggie down to breakfast with invitingly opened pages; they kept boredom at bay when the weather was bad. And sometimes you fall over them.

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  Book, Fall, Weather

  Cornelia Funke (2011). “Inkheart”, p.9, Scholastic Inc.

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• Meggie Folchart: Having writer's block? Maybe I can help. Fenoglio: Oh yes, that's right. You want to be a writer, don't you? Meggie Folchart: You say that as if it's a bad thing. Fenoglio: Oh no, it's just a lonely thing. Sometimes the world you create on the page seems more friendly and alive than the world you actually live in.

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  Lonely, Block, Friendly

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• Beauty and fear make uneasy companions

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  Companion, Uneasy

  Cornelia Funke (2011). “Inkheart”, p.95, Chicken House

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• Where did the love come from? What was it made of?

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  Made

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• Neither Goyl nor men lived long enough to understand that yesterday was born of tomorrow, just as tomorrow was born of yesterday.

  Cornelia Funke

  Men, Yesterday, Long

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

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  World, Knows

  Cornelia Funke (2011). “Dragon Rider”, p.23, Scholastic Inc.

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• The night swallowed him up like a thieving fox.

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  Night, Foxes

  Cornelia Funke (2011). “Inkheart”, p.62, Chicken House

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• Mo could paint pictures in the empty air with his voice alone.

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  Air, Voice, Empty

  Cornelia Funke (2011). “Inkheart”, p.14, Scholastic Inc.

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• Memories, so sweet and bitter.. they had both nourished and devoured him for so many years. Until a time came when they began to fade, turning faint and blurred, only an ache to be quickly pushed away because it went to your heart. For what was the use of remembering all you had lost?

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  Sweet, Memories, Heart

  Cornelia Funke (2011). “Inkspell”, p.76, Scholastic Inc.

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