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

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Cornelia Funke
Age: 65
Born: 1958
Born: December 10
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Words,words filled the night like the fragrance of invisible flowers.
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Reality is a fragile thing.
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Words are immortal - Elinor
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The heart was a weak, changeable thing, bent on nothing but love, and there could be no more fatal mistake than to make it your master. Reason must be in charge. It comforted you for the heart's foolishness, it sang mocking songs about love, derided it as a whim of nature, transient as flowers. So why did she still keep following her heart?
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Every German child learns to speak English in school.
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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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And I plan to write a sequel to Dragon Rider.
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a book always keeps something of its owner between its pages.
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The truth's not pretty of course. No one likes to look it in the face.
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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.
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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!
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Where did the love come from? What was it made of?
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Sometimes, when you're so sad you don't know what to do, it helps to be angry.
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The night swallowed him up like a thieving fox.
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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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Are you really going to catch us and take us back to Esther? We don’t belong to her, you know.” Embarrassed, Victor stared at his shoes. “Well, children all have to belong to somebody,” he muttered. “Do you belong to someone?” “That’s different.” “Because you’re a grown-up?
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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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Which of us has not felt that the character we are reading in the printed page is more real than the person standing beside us?
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And there stood Basta with his foot already on another dead body, smiling. Why not? He had hit his target, and it was the target he had been aiming for all along: Dustfinger’s heart, his stupid heart. It broke in two as he held Farid in his arms, it simply broke in two, although he had taken such good care of it all these years.
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I wish you luck,' she said, kissing him on the cheek. He still had the most beautiful eyes of any boy she'd ever seen. But now her heart beat so much faster for someone else.
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