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I like a composer called Henry Purcell, and I love to listen to Neil Young.

Cornelia Funke

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Cornelia Funke
Age: 65
Born: 1958
Born: December 10
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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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Only in books could you find pity, comfort, happiness and love.
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And I always read the English translation and always have conversations with my translator, for example about the names. I always have to approve it.
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What are stories for if we don't learn from them?
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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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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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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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a book always keeps something of its owner between its pages.
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I love to read aloud.
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Didn't books say that too: that there is always price to pay for happiness?
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Many [book] even lay flat in the floor open. Their spines upward. Elinor couldn't bear to look! Didn't the monster know that was the way to break a book's neck?
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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.
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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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And my father always took me to the library. We were both book addicts.
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No prince had lived in those wretched hovels, no red-robed bishops, only farmers and laborers whose stories no one had written down, and now they were lost, buried under wild thyme and fast growing spurge.
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Second, there are so many magical places in books that you cant go to, like Hogwarts and Middle Earth, so I wanted to set a story in a place where children can actually go.
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Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose?
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The night swallowed him up like a thieving fox.
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There are not so many mythical creatures from Inkheart.
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Where did the love come from? What was it made of?
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