Quotes by Cornelia Funke, Inkheart

Explore a curated collection of 28 quotes by Cornelia Funke, Inkheart. Discover timeless wisdom, insightful thoughts, and memorable words that have inspired readers around the world. Browse through the gallery below and click on any quote to read more.

Dustfinger still clearly remembered the feeling of being in love for the first time. How vulnerable his heart had sudden — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
Dustfinger inspected his reddened fingers and felt the taut skin. ‘He might tell me how my story ends,’ he murmured. Meg — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you secruity and friendship and didn't ask for anything in return; they ne — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
He hablado ex profeso con el viento -anunció-, pues hay una cosa que debes saber: cuando el viento se obstina en jugar c — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
You know, it's a funny thing about writers. Most people don't stop to think of books being written by people much like t — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
As Mo had said: writing stories is a kind of magic, too. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
If you take a book with you on a journey," Mo had said when he put the first one in her box, "an odd thing happens: The — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
It's a good idea to have your own books with you in a strange place — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
There was another reason [she] took her books whenever they went away. They were her home when she was somewhere strange — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
It [the book] was spinning a magic spell around her heart, sticky as a spider's web and enchantingly beautiful.. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
So Mo began filling the silence with words. He lured them out of the pages as if they had only been waiting for his voic — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
Books are like flypaper, memories cling to the printed pages better than anything else. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
I always used to read aloud to her in the evenings-- — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
You're the one who says books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside them... — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
The night belongs to beasts of prey, and always has. It's easy to forget that when you're indoors, protected by light an — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
She wanted to return to her dream. Perhaps it was still somewhere there behind her closed eyelids. Perhaps a little of i — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
I'm only a kind of book doctor. I can give books new bindings, rejuvenate them a little, stop the bookworms from eating — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
All writers are insane! — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
Down there the nights are bright and nobody believes in the Devil. — Cornelia Funke, Inkheart