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My children were all made from paper and printer's ink.
Cornelia Funke
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Cornelia Funke
Age: 66
Born: 1958
Born: December 10
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Beauty and fear make uneasy companions
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Accursed, blasted, heartless things [books]! Full of empty promises, full of false lures, always making you hungry, never satisfying you, never!
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What on earth have you packed in here? Bricks? asked Mo as he carried Meggie's book-box out of the house. You're the one who says books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside them, said Meggie.
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I have two Iceland horses, a very hairy dog called Looney, and a guinea pig.
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Her curiosity was too much for her. She felt almost as if she could hear the books whispering on the other side of the half-open door. They were promising her a thousand unknown stories, a thousand doors into worlds she had never seen before.
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a book always keeps something of its owner between its pages.
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They wouldn't tell Scipio how much of the counterfeit cash was left since, as Riccio put it, 'You're a detective now, after all.
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And my father always took me to the library. We were both book addicts.
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Every German child learns to speak English in school.
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Every reader knows about the feeling that characters in books seem more real than real people.
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Believe, believe, believe
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Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times?
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My daughter, Anna, is almost 15, and my son, Ben, is almost 10.
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Mortimer's face twisted when the Piper pressed his knife against his ribs. Oh yes, he's obviously made the wrong enemies in this story, thought Orpheus. And the wrong friends. But that was high-minded heroes for you. Stupid.
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The night swallowed him up like a thieving fox.
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Words,words filled the night like the fragrance of invisible flowers.
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I always wanted to ride a dragon myself, so I decided to do this for a year in my imagination.
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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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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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Memories, so sweet and bitter.. they had both nourished and devoured him for so many years. Until a time came when they began to fade, turning faint and blurred, only an ache to be quickly pushed away because it went to your heart. For what was the use of remembering all you had lost?
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