Only The Right Name Gives Beings And

Only The Right Name Gives Beings And Things Their Reality. A Wrong Name Makes Everything Unreal. That's What Lies Do.

As They Advanced (towards The Fountain) One After Another Of Bastian's Fastastican Gifts Fell Away From Him. The Strong, Handsome, Fearless Hero Became The Small, Fat, Timid Boy. (...) But Then He Jumped Into The Crystal-clear Water... He Drank Till His Thrist Was Quenched. And Joy Filled Him From Head To Foot, The Joy Of Living And The Joy Of Being Himself. He Was New Born. And The Best Part Of It Was That He Was Now The Very Person He Wanted To Be. If He Had Been Free To Choose, He Would Have Chosen To Be No One Else.

A Story Can Be New And Yet Tell About Olden Times. The Past Comes Into Existence With The Story.

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

If You Have Never Wept Bitter Tears Because A Wonderful Story Has Come To An End And You Must Take Your Leave Of The Characters With Whom You Have Shared So Many Adventures, Whom You Have Loved And Admired, For Whom You Have Hoped And Feared, And Without Whose Company Life Seems Empty And Meaningless. If Such Things Have Not Been Part Of Your Own Experience, You Probably Won't Understand What Bastian Did Next.