Momo Listened To Everyone And Everything -

You Don't Feel A Thing. There's Just Something Missing. And Once It Gets Hold Of You, Something More Is Missing Every Day. Soon There Won't Be Anything Left Of Us.

I Wonder, What's In A Book While It's Closed. Oh, I Know It's Full Of Letters Printed On Paper, But All The Same, Something Must Be Happening, Because As Soon As I Open It, There's A Whole Story With People I Don't Know Yet And All Kinds Of Adventures, Deeds And Battles. And Sometimes There Are Storms At Sea, Or It Takes You To Strange Cities And Countries. All Those Things Are Somehow Shut In A Book. Of Course You Have To Read It To Find Out. But It's Already There, That's The Funny Thing. I Just Wish I Knew How It Could Be.

Momo Listened To Everyone And Everything - Even To The Rain And The Wind And The Pine Trees - And All Of Them Spoke To Her After Their Own Fashion.

If You Have Never Wept Bitter Tears Because A Wonderful Story Has Come To An End And You Must Take Your Leave Of The Characters With Whom You Have Shared So Many Adventures, Whom You Have Loved And Admired, For Whom You Have Hoped And Feared, And Without Whose Company Life Seems Empty And Meaningless. If Such Things Have Not Been Part Of Your Own Experience, You Probably Won't Understand What Bastian Did Next.

Every Real Story Is A Never Ending Story.