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What a plague love is!

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Cornelia Funke
Age: 66
Born: 1958
Born: December 10
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Plague
Love

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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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There could be few men whose love for a woman had been written on his face with a knife.
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The night breathed through the apartment like a dark animal. The ticking of a clock. The groan of a floorboard as he slipped out of his room. All was drowned by its silence. But Jacob loved the night. He felt it on his skin like a promise. Like a cloak woven from freedom and danger.
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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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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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My daughter, Anna, is almost 15, and my son, Ben, is almost 10.
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I just did a picture book called The Wildest Brother on Earth, and you will find both of my children in there.
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Nothing chased nightmares away faster than the rustle of printed paper.
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We all know what fun it can be to get right into a book and live there for a while, but falling out of a story and suddenly finding yourself in this world doesn't seem to be much fun at all.
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I like a composer called Henry Purcell, and I love to listen to Neil Young.
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My dear Elinor, you were obviously born into the wrong story,” said Dustfinger at last.
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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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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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She wanted to return to her dream. Perhaps it was still somewhere there behind her closed eyelids. Perhaps a little of its happiness still clung like gold dust to her lashes. Don't dreams in fairy tales sometimes leave a token behind?
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Believe, believe, believe
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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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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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I have two Iceland horses, a very hairy dog called Looney, and a guinea pig.
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Beauty and fear make uneasy companions
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The book she had been reading was under her pillow, pressing its cover against her ear as if to lure her back into its printed pages.
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