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Words were useless. At times they might sound wonderful, but they let you down the moment you really needed them. You could never find the right words, never, and where would you look for them? 21 more words

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The words were like a noose going around her neck, drawing tighter with every word, until she could scarcely breathe.  — Cornelia Funke, Inkspell

 

Book: Inkspell

“The whole secret, Meggie,” Mo had once told her, “is in the breathing. It gives your voice strength and fills it with your life. And not just yours. 37 more words

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Words. His whole life seemed to be woven from words. His life, and his death, too.
– Cornelia Funke, Inkspell

 

Writing

“It’s the dead. They bring bad dreams,” Farid always said. “They whisper terrible things to you, and then lie on your breast to feel your racing heart. 11 more words

Book: Inkspell

So they both sat with him in the depths of Mount Adder, as if they had come to the end of all stories. Without a single word still left to say.
– Cornelia Funke, Inkspell

 

Book: Inkspell

Here she was…among all her books, and they wouldn’t let her in, not one of them would let her in. Closed doors enticing her, filling her heart with longing, and then letting her go no farther than the doorway.
– Cornelia Funke, Inkspell

Book: Inkspell