Cornelia Funke

“אצלם הספרים נערמו מתחת לשולחנות, על הכיסאות, בפינות החדרים. ספרים עמדו אצלם גם במטבח ובחדר השירותים, על הטלוויזיה ובארון הבגדים, ערימות קטנות, ערמות גבוהות.”

“הפחד האמיתי של באסטה מפני קללות ואסונות פתע נבע בעצם מהפחד שחש הוא עצמו מפני האפלה שבתוכו, ואשר ממנה הסיק כי שאר העולם דומה לו בדיוק.”

“מחר אהיה בת עשר, סיזי! ועדיין לא הייתה לי אפילו הרפתקה אמיתית אחת.”

“I don't like to eat the same dish every day, so I read very different things.”

“I will try to write books until I drop dead.”

“Books are like flypaper, memories cling to the printed pages better than anything else.”

“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!”

“Nothing is more terrifying than fearlessness.”

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

“My son always says I like very weird music.”

“I wish I had more time to visit schools.”

“All writers are insane!”

“A library book, I imagine, is a happy book.”

“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.”

“He hablado ex profeso con el viento -anunció-, pues hay una cosa que debes saber: cuando el viento se obstina en jugar con el fuego, ni yo mismo puedo domeñarlo. Pero me ha dado su palabra de honor de que esta noche se mantendrá en calma y no nos estropeará la diversión.”

“I always thought it hadn't influenced me very much, but I heard from many people from England that many motives from German fairytales are to be found in my books.”

“I just did a picture book called The Wildest Brother on Earth, and you will find both of my children in there.”

“Women were different, no doubt about it. Men broke so much more quickly. Grief didn't break women. Instead it wore them down, it hollowed them out very slowly.”

“And my father always took me to the library. We were both book addicts.”

“He saw so many emotions mingled on her face: anger disappointment, fear – and defiance. Like her daughter, thought Fenoglio again. So uncompromising, so strong. Women were different, no doubt about it. Men broke so much more quickly. Grief didn’t break women. Instead it wore them down, it hollowed them out, very slowly.”