You Must Let What Happens

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.

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

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

People Never Seemed To Notice That, By Saving Time, They Were Losing Something Else. No One Cared To Admit That Life Was Becoming Ever Poorer, Bleaker And More Monotonous. The Ones Who Felt This Most Keenly Were The Children, Because No One Had Time For Them Any More. But Time Is Life Itself, And Life Resides In The Human Heart. And The More People Saved, The Less They Had.