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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?

Cornelia Funke

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Cornelia Funke
Age: 65
Born: 1958
Born: December 10
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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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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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And I always read the English translation and always have conversations with my translator, for example about the names. I always have to approve it.
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The truth's not pretty of course. No one likes to look it in the face.
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