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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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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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Words were useless. At times, they might sound wonderful, but they let you down the moment you really needed them. You could never find the right words, never, and where would you look for them? The heart is as silent as a fish, however much the tongue tries to give it a voice.
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When you open a book it's like going to the theater first you see the curtain then it is pulled aside and the show begins.
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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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A library book, I imagine, is a happy book.
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Sometimes Dustfinger thought Basta's constant fear of curses and sudden disaster probably arose from his terror of the darkness within himself, which made him assume that the rest of the world must be exactly the same.
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Hope. Nothing is more intoxicating.
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Nothing is more terrifying than fearlessness.
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Words are immortal - Elinor
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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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Since when does the butterfly ask about the caterpillar?
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What's the matter princess? Do you know the end of your story?
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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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My son always says I like very weird music.
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Is there anything in the world better than words on the page? Magic signs, the voices of the dead, building blocks to make wonderful worlds better than this one, comforters, companions in loneliness. Keepers of secrets, speakers of the truth...all those glorious words.
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-You forgot something important! -What? -It's under my sweater! -WHAT?! -Me!
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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!
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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 like a composer called Henry Purcell, and I love to listen to Neil Young.
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Reality is a fragile thing.
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