Those Who Still Think That

Bastian Had Climbed A Dune Of Purplish-red Sand And All Around Him He Saw Nothing But Hill After Hill Of Every Imaginable Color. Each Hill Revealed A Shade Or Tint That Occured In No Other. The Nearest Was Cobalt Blue, Another Was Saffron Yellow, Then Came Crimson Red, Then Indigo, Apple Green, Sky Blue, Orange, Peach, Mauve, Turquoise Blue, Lilac, Moss Green, Ruby Red, Burnt Umber, Indian Yellow, Vermillion, Lapis Lazuli, And So On From Horizon To Horizon. And Between The Hill, Separating Color From Color, Flowed Streams Of Gold And Silver Sand.

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 ... Who Knows What Use They’ll Make Of You? Maybe You’ll Help Them To Persuade People To Buy Things They Don’t Need, Or Hate Things They Know Nothing About, Or Hold Beliefs That Make Them Easy To Handle, Or Doubt The Truths That Might Save Them.

You Must Let What Happens Happen. Everything Must Be Equal In Your Eyes, Good And Evil, Beautiful And Ugly, Foolish And Wise.

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

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