But i know a lot about the kind of men you mean. They're the same everywhere.
Cornelia FunkeStichwörter: farid
It's a cruel world, don't you think?
Cornelia FunkeIch bin ein Bücherfresser
Cornelia FunkeI'm perfectly happy to know the world at secondhand. It's a lot safer.
Cornelia FunkeStichwörter: happy rat secondhand dragon-rider safer
The poem you brought yesterday,’ said Balbulus in a bored voice as he bent over his work again, ‘it was good. You ought to write such things more often, but I know you prefer writing stories for children or songs for the Motley Folk. And why? Just for the wind to sing your words? The spoken word is nothing, it hardly lives longer than an insect! Only the written word is eternal!’
‘Eternal?’ Fenoglio made the word sound as if there could be nothing more ridiculous in the world. ‘Nothing is eternal- and what happier fate could words have than to be sung by minstrels? Yes, of course they change the words, they sing them slightly differently every time, but isn’t that in itself wonderful? A story wearing another dress every time you hear it- what could be better? A story that grows and puts out flowers like a living thing! But look at the stories people press in books! They may last longer, yes, but they breathe only when someone opens the book. They are sound pressed between the pages, and only a voice can bring them back to life! Then they throw off sparks, Balbulus! Then they go free as birds flying out into the world. Perhaps you’re right, and the paper makes them immortal. But why should I care? Will I live on, neatly pressed between the pages with my words? Nonsense! We’re none of us immortal; even the finest words don’t change that, do they?
You know what they say: When people start burning books they'll soon burn human beings.
Cornelia FunkeMemories, so sweet and bitter.. they had both nourished and devoured him for so many years. Until a time came when they began to fade, turning faint and blurred, only an ache to be quickly pushed away because it went to your heart. For what was the use of remembering all you had lost?
Cornelia FunkeBooks are like flypaper, memories cling to the printed pages better than anything else.
Cornelia FunkeThat bloody bastard! That thrice accursed son of a bitch!
Cornelia FunkeStichwörter: comedy betrayal curses
All books are in safe hands with me. They're my children, my inky children, and I look after them well. I keep the sunlight away from their pages, I dust and protect them from hungry hookworms and grubby human fingers.
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