There Are Many Kinds Of Delusion.

Just As The Setting Sun Turned The Clouds To Liquid Gold.

The Nothing Is Spreading," Groaned The First. "it's Growing And Growing, There's More Of It Every Day, If It's Possible To Speak Of More Nothing. All The Others Fled From Howling Forest In Time, But We Didn't Want To Leave Our Home. The Nothing Caught Us In Our Sleep And This Is What It Did To Us." "is It Very Painful?" Atreyu Asked. "no," Said The Second Bark Troll, The One With The Hole In His Chest. "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.

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.

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

For A While Bastian Stood Motionless. He Was So Stunned By What He Had Just Heard That He Couldn't Decide What To Do... What He Had Hoped Was His Ruin And What He Had Feared His Salvation.