He had thrust her out of his heart as he always did with anyone who tried to stay there too long.

Inkheart ~ Cornelia Funke

Is there anything in this world better than words on the page? Magic signs, the voices of the dead, building blocks to make wonderful worlds better than this one, comforters, companions in loneliness. Keepers of secrets, speakers of truth... all those glorious words.

Fenoglio, Inkheart ~ Cornelia Funke

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.

Inkheart ~ Cornelia Funke

Why were sad stories often so beautiful? It was different in real life.

Inkheart ~ Cornelia Funke

You know a great many things in dreams, often despite the evidence of your eyes.
You just know them.

Inkheart ~ Cornelia Funke

"Oh, I'd believe all manner of things!" Fengolio assured Mo, cutting him a slice of cake. "I'd believe any story at all just so long as it's well told."

Inkheart ~ Cornelia Funke

"He might tell me how my story ends," he murmured.

Meggie looked at him in astonishment. "You mean you don't know?"

Dustfinger smiled. Meggie still didn't particularly like his smile.
It seemed to appear only to hide something else.
"What's so unusual about that, princess?" he asked quietly.
"Do you know how your story ends?"

Inkheart ~ Cornelia Funke

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?

Inkheart ~ Cornelia Funke