Cornelia Funke Quotes - Page 5

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• 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.

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  Stupid, Hero, Knives

  Cornelia Funke (2011). “Inkdeath”, p.472, Chicken House

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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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• I pledge to set out to live a thousand lives between printed pages. I pledge to use books as doors to other minds, old and young, girl and boy, man and animal. I pledge to use books to open windows to a thousand different worlds and to the thousand different faces of my own world. I pledge to use books to make my universe spread much wider than the world I live in every day. I pledge to treat my books like friends, visiting them all from time to time and keeping them close.

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  Girl, Book, Men

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• Why would we ever want to go back when your world is so accommodating with your telephones and your guns and what's that sticky stuff called ...duct tape.

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  Gun, World, Want

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• Down there the nights are bright and nobody believes in the Devil.

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  Believe, Night, Devil

  Cornelia Funke (2011). “Inkheart”, p.210, Scholastic Inc.

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• Why could she remember nothing but stories of frightened people when Capricorn looked at her? She usually found it so easy to escape somewhere else, to get right inside the minds of people and animals who existed only on paper, so why not now? Because she was afraid. "Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination.

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  Heart, Animal, Somewhere Else

  Cornelia Funke (2011). “Inkheart”, p.127, Scholastic Inc.

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• Didn't books say that too: that there is always price to pay for happiness?

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  Book, Pay, Inkdeath

  Cornelia Funke (2011). “Inkdeath”, p.113, Scholastic Inc.

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• 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.

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  Silly, Past, Laughing

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

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  Dying, Killing, Easy

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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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• Everyone is small at night.

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  Night

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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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• Dustfinger inspected his reddened fingers and felt the taut skin. ‘He might tell me how my story ends,’ he murmured. Meggie looked at him in astonishment. ‘You mean you don’t know?’ Dustfinger smiled. Meggie still didn’t particularly like his smile. It seemed to appear only to hide something else. ‘What’s so unusual about that, princess?’ he asked quietly. ‘Do you know how your story ends?’ Meggie had no answer for that.

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  Princess, Mean, Skins

  Cornelia Funke (2011). “Inkheart”, p.241, Scholastic Inc.

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• So Mo began filling the silence with words. He lured them out of the pages as if they had only been waiting for his voice, words long and short, words sharp and soft, cooing, purring words. They danced through the room, painting stained glass pictures, tickling the skin. Even when Meggie nodded off she could still hear them, although Mo had closed the book long ago. Words that explained the world to her, its dark side and its light side, words that built a wall to keep out bad dreams. And not a single bad dream came over that wall for the rest of the night.

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  Dream, Wall, Book

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• Sometimes, when you’re sad you don’t know what to do, it helps to be angry. But then the tears come back again all the same, and you fall asleep with the salty taste of them on your lips.

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  Fall, Tears, Taste

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• When it came to hiding, even Gwin had nothing to teach Dustfinger. A strange sense of curiosity had always driven him to explore the hidden, forgotten corners of this and any other place, and all that knowledge had now come in useful.

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  Curiosity, Strange, Forgotten

  Cornelia Funke (2011). “Inkheart”, p.462, Scholastic Inc.

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• The night breathed through the apartment like a dark animal. The ticking of a clock. The groan of a floorboard as he slipped out of his room. All was drowned by its silence. But Jacob loved the night. He felt it on his skin like a promise. Like a cloak woven from freedom and danger.

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  Dark, Animal, Night

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• Don't let it worry you, not being able to speak,'Dustfinger had often told her. 'People tend not to listen anyway, right?

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  People, Worry, Able

  Cornelia Funke (2011). “Inkspell”, p.338, Scholastic Inc.

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• What's the matter princess? Do you know the end of your story?

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  Princess, Stories, Matter

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• The tent in which she first met him had smelled of blood, of the death she did not understand, and still she had thought of it all as a game. She had promised him the world. His flesh in the flesh of his enemies. And much too late had she realized what he had sown in her. Love. Worst of all poisons.

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  Blood, Games, Enemy

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• The Fairy's dress rustled as she turned. Human women dressed like flowers, layers of petals around a mortal, rotting core.

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  Flower, Dresses, Rotting

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• What was a slap for ten pages of escapism, ten pages far from everything that made him unhappy, ten pages of real life instead of the monotony that other people called the real world?

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  Real, People, Unhappy

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