Quote

I always wanted to ride a dragon myself, so I decided to do this for a year in my imagination.

Cornelia Funke

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Cornelia Funke
Age: 66
Born: 1958
Born: December 10
Author
Illustrator
Screenwriter
Writer
Year
Wanted
Years
Always
Dragon
Dragons
Ride
Decided
Imagination

More quotes by Cornelia Funke

Image
You know, it's a funny thing about writers. Most people don't stop to think of books being written by people much like themselves. They think that writers are all dead long ago--they don't expect to meet them in the street or out shopping. They know their stories but not their names, and certainly not their faces. And most writers like it that way.
Cornelia Funke
Image
And my father always took me to the library. We were both book addicts.
Cornelia Funke
Image
Words are immortal - Elinor
Cornelia Funke
Image
But after all, the villains are the salt in the soup of a story.
Cornelia Funke
Image
The Fairy's dress rustled as she turned. Human women dressed like flowers, layers of petals around a mortal, rotting core.
Cornelia Funke
Image
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.
Cornelia Funke
Image
When it came to hiding, even Gwin had nothing to teach Dustfinger. A strange sense of curiosity had always driven him to explore the hidden, forgotten corners of this and any other place, and all that knowledge had now come in useful.
Cornelia Funke
Image
Hey, don't take this the wrong way, but don't come back, ok?
Cornelia Funke
Image
Everyone is small at night.
Cornelia Funke
Image
Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times?
Cornelia Funke
Image
Only in books could you find pity, comfort, happiness and love.
Cornelia Funke
Image
He wants to be grown-up. How different dreams can be! Nature will soon grant your wish.
Cornelia Funke
Image
Books are like flypaper, memories cling to the printed pages better than anything else.
Cornelia Funke
Image
Quite suddenly Meggie felt fear rise in her like black brackish water, she felt lost, terribly lost, she felt it in every part of her. She didn't belong here! What had she done?
Cornelia Funke
Image
Nothing is more terrifying than fearlessness.
Cornelia Funke
Image
The heart was a weak, changeable thing, bent on nothing but love, and there could be no more fatal mistake than to make it your master. Reason must be in charge. It comforted you for the heart's foolishness, it sang mocking songs about love, derided it as a whim of nature, transient as flowers. So why did she still keep following her heart?
Cornelia Funke
Image
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.
Cornelia Funke
Image
Didn't books say that too: that there is always price to pay for happiness?
Cornelia Funke
Image
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.
Cornelia Funke
Image
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.
Cornelia Funke