Cornelia Funke
Cornelia Funke
Cornelia Maria Funkeis a German author of children's fiction. She was born on December 10, 1958, in Dorsten, North Rhine-Westphalia. Funke is best known for her Inkheart trilogy, published in 2004–2008. Many of her books have now been translated into English. Her work fits mainly into the fantasy and adventure genres. She currently lives in Beverly Hills, California...
NationalityGerman
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth10 December 1958
CityDorsten, Germany
CountryGermany
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?
The spoken word is nothing. It hardly lives longer than an insect! Only the written word is eternal. - Balbulus
I'm perfectly happy to know the world at secondhand. It's a lot safer.
Where did the love come from? What was it made of?
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?
There are not so many mythical creatures from Inkheart.
She read and read and read, but she was stuffing herself with the letters on the page like an unhappy child stuffing itself with chocolate. They didn’t taste bad, but she was still unhappy.
He longed for the deep as she longed for the night sky and for white lilies floating on water -- although she still tried to convince herself that love alone could feed her soul.
Only in books could you find pity, comfort, happiness and love.
It's a good idea to have your own books with you in a strange place
I always wanted to ride a dragon myself, so I decided to do this for a year in my imagination.
Every reader knows about the feeling that characters in books seem more real than real people.
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.
The truth's not pretty of course. No one likes to look it in the face.