What metaphors are used in Inkdeath by Cornelia Funke?

Inkdeath employs many literary devices, among them the metaphor. The following are a few examples of those metaphors.

“Women were different, no doubt about it. Men broke so much more quickly. Grief didn't break women. Instead it wore them down, it hollowed them out very slowly."

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“Women were different, no doubt about it. Men broke so much more quickly. Grief didn't break women. Instead it wore them down, it hollowed them out very slowly.”

― Cornelia Funke, Inkdeath

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“Hope. Nothing is more intoxicating.”

― Cornelia Funke, Inkdeath

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“you can not fully read a book without being alone. But through this very solitude you become intimately involved with people whom you might never have met otherwise, either because they have been dead for centuries or because they spoke languages you cannot understand. And, nonetheless, they have become your closest friends, your wisest advisors, the wizards that hypnotize you, the lovers you have always dreamed of.

-Antonio munoz molinas, "the power of the pen”

― Cornelia Funke, Inkdeath

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“A reader doesn't really see the characters in a story; he feels them.”

― Cornelia Funke, Inkdeath

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“Blue as the evening sky, blue as cranesbill flowers, blue as the lips of drowned men and the heart of a blaze burning with too hot a flame. Yes, sometimes it was hot in this world, too. Hot and cold, light and dark, terrible and beautiful, it was everything all at once. It wasn't true that you felt nothing in the land of Death. You felt and heard and smelled and saw, but your heart remained strangely calm, as if it were resting before the dance began again."

“Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose?”