There Are Many Kinds Of Delusion.

Life Holds One Great But Quite Commonplace Mystery. Though Shared By Each Of Us And Known To All, Seldom Rates A Second Thought. That Mystery, Which Most Of Us Take For Granted And Never Think Twice About, Is Time. Calendars And Clocks Exist To Measure Time, But That Signifies Little Because We All Know That An Hour Can Seem As Eternity Or Pass In A Flash, According To How We Spend It. Time Is Life Itself, And Life Resides In The Human Heart.

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 Stop To Think About It, You’ll Have To Admit That All The Stories In The World Consist Essentially Of Twenty-six Letters. The Letters Are Always The Same, Only The Arrangement Varies. From Letters Words Are Formed, From Words Sentences, From Sentences Chapters, And From Chapters Stories.

You See, Momo... It's Like This. Sometimes, When You've A Very Long Street Ahead Of You, You Think How Terribly Long It Is And Feel Sure You'll Never Get It Swept... And Then You Hurry. You Work Faster And Faster, And Every Time You Look Up There Seems To Be Just As Much To Sweep As Before, And You Try Even Harder…, And You Panic, And In The End You're Out Of Breath And Have To Stop-and Still The Street Stretches Away In From Of You.

Strange As It May Seem, Horror Loses Its Power To Frighten When Repeated Too Often.