Every real story is a never ending story.
When it comes to controlling human beings there is no better instrument than lies. Because, you see, humans live by beliefs. And beliefs can be manipulated. The power to manipulate beliefs is the only thing that counts.
There are many kinds of joy, but they all lead to one: the joy to be loved.
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.
There were thousands and thousands of forms of joy in the world, but that all were essentially one and the same, namely, the joy of being able to love.
They look like good, strong hands.
A person’s reason for doing someone a good turn matters as much as the good turn itself.
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.
You must let what happens happen. Everything must be equal in your eyes, good and evil, beautiful and ugly, foolish and wise.
Without a past you can’t have a future.
What I’ve started I must finish. I’ve gone too far to turn back. Regardless of what may happen, I have to go forward.
Once someone dreams a dream, it can’t just drop out of existence. But if the dreamer can’t remember it, what becomes of it?
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.
A story can be new and yet tell about olden times. The past comes into existence with the story.
Strange as it may seem, horror loses its power to frighten when repeated too often.
Time is life itself, and life resides in the human heart.
Just as the setting sun turned the clouds to liquid gold.