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Cornelia Funke

Cornelia Maria Funke is a German author of children's fiction. Born in Dorsten, North Rhine-Westphalia, she began her career as a social worker before becoming a book illustrator. She began writing novels in the late 1980s and focused primarily on fantasy-oriented stories that depict the lives of children faced with adversity. Funke has since become Germany's "best-selling author for children". Her work has been translated into several languages and, as of 2012, Funke has sold over 20 million copies of her books worldwide.

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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.
Every reader knows about the feeling that characters in books seem more real than real people.
I always wanted to ride a dragon myself, so I decided to do this for a year in my imagination. — © Cornelia Funke
I always wanted to ride a dragon myself, so I decided to do this for a year in my imagination.
I love to read aloud.
There are not so many mythical creatures from Inkheart.
I wish I had more time to visit schools.
I live in Hamburg; that's in the north. And I live on the outskirts of town. It looks like countryside.
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.
And my father always took me to the library. We were both book addicts.
I have two Iceland horses, a very hairy dog called Looney, and a guinea pig.
My grandmother told stories; she was very good at that.
I like to visit my horse, have a walk with my dog.
I like a composer called Henry Purcell, and I love to listen to Neil Young. — © Cornelia Funke
I like a composer called Henry Purcell, and I love to listen to Neil Young.
My daughter, Anna, is almost 15, and my son, Ben, is almost 10.
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.
I always thought it hadn't influenced me very much, but I heard from many people from England that many motives from German fairytales are to be found in my books.
They are shooting The Thief Lord in Venice at the moment.
Every German child learns to speak English in school.
Second, there are so many magical places in books that you can't go to, like Hogwarts and Middle Earth, so I wanted to set a story in a place where children can actually go.
I love to read, I love to watch movies, and I love to be with my children.
And I plan to write a sequel to Dragon Rider.
A library book, I imagine, is a happy book.
I don't like to eat the same dish every day, so I read very different things.
Oh, I think every author is inspired by all of the books that she reads.
My son always says I like very weird music.
Everything gets to me. I'm very sentimental.
I will try to write books until I drop dead.
Yes, I always imagined living in other places.
Only in books could you find pity, comfort, happiness and love.
If you take a book with you on a journey," Mo had said when he put the first one in her box, "an odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it. It will all come into your mind with the very first words: the sights you saw in that place, what it smelled like, the ice cream you ate while you were reading it... yes, books are like flypaper—memories cling to the printed page better than anything else.
My children were all made from paper and printer's ink.
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.
a book always keeps something of its owner between its pages.
Power. Intoxicating. Like a fine wine.
She is a real bookworm. I think she lives on print. Her whole house is full of books - looks as if she likes them better than human company.
She pressed her hand against her chest. No heart. So where did the love she felt come from?
Which of us has not felt that the character we are reading in the printed page is more real than the person standing beside us?
Nothing is more terrifying than fearlessness. — © Cornelia Funke
Nothing is more terrifying than fearlessness.
It's the same in real life: Notorious murderers get off scot-free and live happily all their lives, while good people die - sometimes the very best people. That's the way of the world.
Why do grown-ups think it's easier for children to bear secrets than the truth? Don't they know about the horror stories we imagine to explain the secrets?
A reader doesn't really see the characters in a story; he feels them.
Books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside them.
The world was a terrible place, cruel, pitiless, dark as a bad dream. Not a good place to live. Only in books could you find pity, comfort, happiness - and love. Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you security and friendship and didn't ask anything in return; they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly.
Children, they're the same everywhere. Greedy little creatures but the best listeners in the world - any world. The very best of all.
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.
Women were different, no doubt about it. Men broke so much more quickly. Grief didn't break women. Instead it wore them down, it hollowed them out very slowly.
Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose?
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — © Cornelia Funke
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure.
Sometimes, when you're so sad you don't know what to do, it helps to be angry.
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.
Nothing is more frightening than a fear you cannot name.
Stories never really end...even if the books like to pretend they do. Stories always go on. They don't end on the last page, any more than they begin on the first page.
Please," she whispered as she opened the book, "please get me out of here just for an hour or so, please take me far, far away
In love - it sounded like a sickness without any cure, and wasn't that just how it sometimes felt?
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.
What's that sticky stuff called? Basta: Duct tape. Yes, duct tape. I love duct tape.
Children are caterpillars and adults are butterflies. No butterfly ever remembers what it felt like being a caterpillar.
You know what they say: When people start burning books they'll soon burn human beings.
Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times?" Mo had said..."As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells...and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower...both strange and familiar.
It's a good idea to have your own books with you in a strange place
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