My Will Can Control Anything That’s Empty.

There Are Many Kinds Of Joy, But They All Lead To One: The Joy To Be Loved.

But That Is Another Story And Shall Be Told Another Time.

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.

There Are Many Kinds Of Delusion.

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.