Cornelia Funke idézet

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“Nobody loves only once.”

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

“They wouldn't tell Scipio how much of the counterfeit cash was left since, as Riccio put it, 'You're a detective now, after all.”

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

“Farid had brought an invisible guest with him.
Fear.”

“He flung his arms around her neck, but only once he saw Silvertoungue's back was turned. He never knew with fathers. "I'll save him, Meggie!" he wispered in her ear. "I'll bring Dustfinger back. This story will have a happy ending. I swear!”

“Beauty and fear make uneasy companions”

“My dear Elinor, you were obviously born into the wrong story,” said Dustfinger at last.”

“What's that sticky stuff called?

Basta: Duct tape.
Yes, duct tape. I love duct tape.”

“Killing is easy," said Mo, "Dying is harder…”

“As Mo had said: writing stories is a kind of magic, too.”

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

“But after all, the villains are the salt in the soup of a story.”

“He longed for the deep as she longed for the night sky and for white lilies floating on water -- although she still tried to convince herself that love alone could feed her soul.”

“The night belongs to beasts of prey, and always has. It's easy to forget that when you're indoors, protected by light and solid walls.”

“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.”

“Let's be off before he gets his great horsey teeth into my poor lines of verse!”

“Let's run away to Venice, and hide out in an old movie theater. We can dye our hair blonde, so no one will ever find us!”

“Since when does the butterfly ask about the caterpillar?”

“She had found him and was bringing back his thanks. Nor did she forget to mention that he had assured her that she was indeed the most beautiful fairy he had ever set eyes on.”

“When the heart craved something so forcefully, then reason became nothing but helpless observer.”

“Yes, I do enjoy walking at night. The world’s more to my liking then, not so loud, not so fast, not so crowded, and a good deal more mysterious.”