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Cornelia Funke Biography

Cornelia Maria Funke (FOON-ka; German: [ˈfʊŋkə]) is 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 (originally in German: Tintenwelt-Trilogie), published in the United Kingdom between 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.

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And my father always took me to the library. We were both book addicts.

Addicts, Book, Father, Library

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.

Book, Dream, Happiness, Pity, Reading, World

Every book should begin with attractive endpapers. Preferably in a dark colour: dark red or dark blue, depending on the binding. When you open the book it's like going to the theatre. First you see the curtain. Then it's pulled aside and the show begins.

Book, Dark, Blue, Theatre, Curtain

Meggie Folchart: Having writer's block? Maybe I can help. Fenoglio: Oh yes, that's right. You want to be a writer, don't you? Meggie Folchart: You say that as if it's a bad thing. Fenoglio: Oh no, it's just a lonely thing. Sometimes the world you create on the page seems more friendly and alive than the world you actually live in.

Bad, Block, Friendly, Having, Lonely, Thing

I think we should sometimes read stories where everything's different from our world, don't you agree? There's nothing's like it for teaching us to wonder why trees are green and not red, and why we have five fingers rather than six. ' --spoken by The Bluejay, aka Mo the Bookbinder, from 'Inkdeath

Our World, Six, Teaching, Thinking, Wonder

The night belongs to beasts of prey, and always has. It's easy to forget that when you're indoors, protected by light and solid walls.

Indoors, Light, Night, Wall, Walls

I wish I had more time to visit schools.

More Time, School, Time, Visit, Wish

-You forgot something important! -What? -It's under my sweater! -WHAT?! -Me!

Forgot, Important, Sweater, Sweaters, Under

Nothing is more frightening than a fear you cannot name.

Dread, Fear, Frightening, Inkheart, Name, Names

What on earth have you packed in here? Bricks?" asked Mo as he carried Meggie's book-box out of the house. You're the one who says books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside them," said Meggie.

Asked, Book, Carried, House, World

Don't let it worry you, not being able to speak,'Dustfinger had often told her. 'People tend not to listen anyway, right?

Able, People, Told, Worry

My wife loves written words. . . you know, words that stick to parchment and paper like dead flies, and it seems my father felt the same - but I want to hear words! Remember that when you are looking for the right words: You must ask yourself what they SOUND like! Glowing with passion, dark with sorrow, sweet with love, that's what I want. - Cosimo

Father, Looking, Love, Passion, Stick, Sweet

Desperate? So what? I'm desperate, too!" Fenoglio snapped at her. "My story is foundering in misfortune, and these hands here," he said holding them out to her, "don't want to write anymore! I'm afraid of words Meggie! 'Once they were like honey, now they're poison, pure poison! But what is a writer who doesn't love words anymore? What have I come to? This story is devouring me, crushing me, and I'm it's creator!

Crush, Devouring, Hands, Poison, Pure, Writing

Children, they're the same everywhere. Greedy little creatures but the best listeners in the world - any world. The very best of all.

Children, Creatures, Everywhere, Listeners, Littles, World

We're all liars when it serves our purpose.

Inkheart, Liars, Purpose, Serves

Everything gets to me. I'm very sentimental.

Everything, Gets, Sentimental

Reality is a fragile thing.

Fragile, Fragile Things, Reality, Thing

If you keep pretending you're in that book, it will make you not want to live in the life you're in.

Book, Life, Live, Pretending, Want

I like to visit my horse, have a walk with my dog.

Dog, Horse, Like, My Dog, Visit, Walk

It's a cruel world, don't you think?

Cruel, Cruel World, Think, Thinking, World

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