Every Real Story Is A Never Ending

To Be Wise Was To Be Above Joy And Sorrow, Fear And Pity, Ambition And Humiliation. It Was To Hate Nothing And To Love Nothing, And Above All To Be Utterly Indifferent To The Love And Hate Of Others.

Human Passions Have Mysterious Ways, In Children As Well As Grown-ups. Those Affected By Them Can't Explain Them, And Those Who Haven't Known Them Have No Understanding Of Them At All.

As They Advanced (towards The Fountain) One After Another Of Bastian's Fastastican Gifts Fell Away From Him. The Strong, Handsome, Fearless Hero Became The Small, Fat, Timid Boy. (...) But Then He Jumped Into The Crystal-clear Water... He Drank Till His Thrist Was Quenched. And Joy Filled Him From Head To Foot, The Joy Of Living And The Joy Of Being Himself. He Was New Born. And The Best Part Of It Was That He Was Now The Very Person He Wanted To Be. If He Had Been Free To Choose, He Would Have Chosen To Be No One Else.

Nothing Is Lost. . .everything Is Transformed.

And If Someone Felt That His Life Had Been An Utter Failure, And That He Himself Was Only One Among Millions Of Wholly Unimportant People Who Could Be Replaced As Easily As Broken Windowpanes, He Would Go And Pour Out His Heart To Momo. And, Even As He Spoke, He Would Come To Realize By Some Mysterious Means That He Was Absolutely Wrong: That There Was Only One Person Like Himself In The Whole World, And That, Consequently, He Mattered To The World In His Own Particular Way. Such Was Momo's Talent For Listening.