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Only in books could you find pity, comfort, happiness and love.

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Cornelia Funke
Age: 66
Born: 1958
Born: December 10
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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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And I plan to write a sequel to Dragon Rider.
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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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The spoken word is nothing. It hardly lives longer than an insect! Only the written word is eternal. - Balbulus
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My dear Elinor, you were obviously born into the wrong story,” said Dustfinger at last.
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They're all cruel,' he said. 'The world I come from, the world you come from, and this one, too. Maybe the people don't see the cruelty in your world right away, it's better hidden, but it's there all the same.
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My daughter, Anna, is almost 15, and my son, Ben, is almost 10.
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Fire and water, he said, don't really mix. You could say they're incompatible. But when they do love each other, they love passionately.
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He wants to be grown-up. How different dreams can be! Nature will soon grant your wish.
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And my father always took me to the library. We were both book addicts.
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It's a good idea to have your own books with you in a strange place
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But after all, the villains are the salt in the soup of a story.
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Children are caterpillars and adults are butterflies. No butterfly ever remembers what it felt like being a caterpillar.
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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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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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I wish I had more time to visit schools.
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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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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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Where did the love come from? What was it made of?
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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.
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