There Are Many Kinds Of Joy, But

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.

Every Real Story Is A Never Ending Story.

Lots Of Things Take Time, And Time Was Momo's Only Form Of Wealth.

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.

Maybe All The People Who Say Ghosts Don't Exist Are Just Afraid To Admit That They Do.