“Children are caterpillars and adults are butterflies. No butterfly ever remembers what it felt like being a caterpillar.”
― Cornelia Funke, quote from The Thief Lord
“-You forgot something important!
-What?
-It's under my sweater!
-WHAT?!
-Me!”
― Cornelia Funke, quote from The Thief Lord
“They wouldn't tell Scipio how much of the counterfeit cash was left since, as Riccio put it, 'You're a detective now, after all.”
― Cornelia Funke, quote from The Thief Lord
“He wants to be grown-up. How different dreams can be! Nature will soon grant your wish.”
― Cornelia Funke, quote from The Thief Lord
“Let's run away to Venice, and hide out in an old movie theater. We can dye our hair blonde, so no one will ever find us!”
― Cornelia Funke, quote from The Thief Lord
“Are you really going to catch us and take us back to Esther? We don’t belong to her, you know.”
Embarrassed, Victor stared at his shoes. “Well, children all have to belong to somebody,” he muttered.
“Do you belong to someone?”
“That’s different.”
“Because you’re a grown-up?”
― Cornelia Funke, quote from The Thief Lord
“For the hundredth time, she closed her eyes so she could see another room in her mind's eye, one with a curtain full of stars, and a mattress surrounded by books that whispered their stories to her at night. – Pg. 235”
― Cornelia Funke, quote from The Thief Lord
Cornelia Funke
Born place: in Dorsten, North Rhine-Westphalia, Germany
Born date December 10, 1958
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“El hace que mi corazón deje de latir, me hace respirar superficialmente, hace que me den ganas de cantar.
Lo sé. Super cursi ¿Cierto?. Pero, Agh, es verdad.”
― Chelsea Fine, quote from Sophie & Carter
“A man was the sum of his limits; freedom only made him see how much so.”
― Gish Jen, quote from Typical American
“What is past, one cannot change,
so each backward glance is a bit of the present slipping away.”
― James Conroyd Martin, quote from Push Not the River
“The hills below crouched on all fours under the weight of the rainforest where liana grew and soldier ants marched in formation. Straight ahead they marched, shamelessly single-minded, for soldier ants have no time for dreaming. Almost all of them are women and there is so much to do - the work is literally endless. So many to be born and fed, then found and buried. There is no time for dreaming. The life of their world requires organization so tight and sacrifice so complete there is little need for males and they are seldom produced. When they are needed, it is deliberately done by the queen who surmises, by some four-million-year-old magic she is heiress to, that it is time. So she urges a sperm from the private womb where they were placed when she had her one, first and last copulation. Once in life, this little Amazon trembled in the air waiting for a male to mount her. And when he did, when he joined a cloud of others one evening just before a summer storm, joined colonies from all over the world gathered fro the marriage flight, he knew at last what his wings were for. Frenzied, he flied into the humming cloud to fight gravity and time in order to do, just once, the single thing he was born for. Then he drops dead, having emptied his sperm into his lady-love. Sperm which she keeps in a special place to use at her own discretion when there is need for another dark and singing cloud of ant folk mating in the air. Once the lady has collected the sperm, she too falls to the ground, but unless she breaks her back or neck or is eaten by one of a thousand things, she staggers to her legs and looks for a stone to rub on, cracking and shedding the wings she will never need again. Then she begins her journey searching for a suitable place to build her kingdom. She crawls into the hollow of a tree, examines its walls and corners. She seals herself off from all society and eats her own wing muscles until she bears her eggs. When the first larvae appear, there is nothing to feed them, so she gives them their unhatched sisters until they are old enough and strong enough to hunt and bring their prey back to the kingdom. That is all. Bearing, hunting, eating, fighting, burying. No time for dreaming, although sometimes, late in life, somewhere between the thirtieth and fortieth generation she might get wind of a summer storm one day. The scent of it will invade her palace and she will recall the rush of wind on her belly - the stretch of fresh wings, the blinding anticipation and herself, there, airborne, suspended, open, trusting, frightened, determined, vulnerable - girlish, even, for and entire second and then another and another. She may lift her head then, and point her wands toward the place where the summer storm is entering her palace and in the weariness that ruling queens alone know, she may wonder whether his death was sudden. Or did he languish? And if so, if there was a bit of time left, did he think how mean the world was, or did he fill that space of time thinking of her? But soldier ants do not have time for dreaming. They are women and have much to do. Still it would be hard. So very hard to forget the man who fucked like a star.”
― Toni Morrison, quote from Tar Baby
“What a datum! I couldn't help thinking over and over.”
― Norman Rush, quote from Mating
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