A Story Can Be New And Yet

Only The Right Name Gives Beings And Things Their Reality. A Wrong Name Makes Everything Unreal. That's What Lies Do.

Those Who Still Think That Listening Isn’t An Art Should See If They Can Do It Half As Well.

There Were Doors That Looked Like Large Keyholes, Others That Resembled The Entrances To Caves, There Were Golden Doors, Some Were Padded And Some Were Studded With Nails, Some Were Paper-thin And Others As Thick As The Doors Of Treasure Houses; There Was One That Looked Like A Giant's Mouth And Another That Had To Be Opened Like A Drawbridge, One That Suggested A Big Ear And One That Was Made Of Gingerbread, One That Was Shaped Like An Oven Door, And One That Had To Be Unbuttoned.

No Architect Troubled To Design Houses That Suited People Who Were To Live In Them, Because That Would Have Meant Building A Whole Range Of Different Houses. It Was Far Cheaper And, Above All, Timesaving To Make Them Identical.

What Will Happen When My Heart Stops Beating?" Momo Asked. When That Moment Comes," Said The Professor, "time Will Stop For You As Well. Or Rather, You Will Retrace Your Steps Through Time, Through All The Days And Nights, Myths And Years Of Your Life, Until You Go Out Through The Great, Round, Silver Gate You Entered By." What Will I Find On The Other Side?" The Home Of The Music You've Sometimes Faintly Heard In The Distance, But By Then You'll Be Part Of It. You Yourself Will Be A Note In Its Mighty Harmonies.