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Life was more difficult in Inkheart, yet it seemed to Meggie that with every new day Fenoglio's story was spinning a magic spell around her heart, sticky as a spider's web and enchantingly beautiful.

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Cornelia Funke
Age: 65
Born: 1958
Born: December 10
Author
Illustrator
Screenwriter
Writer
Life
Magic
Story
Sticky
Difficult
Spider
Beautiful
Spiders
Around
Spell
Stories
Spinning
Heart
Spells
Every
Seemed

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What are stories for if we don't learn from them?
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Dustfinger still clearly remembered the feeling of being in love for the first time. How vulnerable his heart had suddenly been! Such a trembling, quivering thing, happy and miserably unhappy at once.
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-You forgot something important! -What? -It's under my sweater! -WHAT?! -Me!
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Sometimes, when you’re sad you don’t know what to do, it helps to be angry. But then the tears come back again all the same, and you fall asleep with the salty taste of them on your lips.
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You really don't understand the first thing about writing...for one thing, early in the morning is the worst possible time. the brain is like a wet sponge at that hour. And for another, real writing is a question of staring into space and waiting for the right ideas.
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How fast the ears learned to tell what sounds meant, much faster than it took the eyes to decipher written words.
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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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There could be few men whose love for a woman had been written on his face with a knife.
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Believe, believe, believe
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Since when does the butterfly ask about the caterpillar?
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This book taught me, once and for all, how easily you can escape this world with the help of words! You can find friends between the pages of a book, wonderful friends.
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