There Are Many Kinds Of Delusion.

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

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? It Lives On In Fantastica, Deep Under Earth. There Are Forgotten Dreams Stored In Many Layers. The Deeper One Digs, The Closer They Are. All Fantastica Rests On A Foundation Of Forgotten Dreams.

Time Is Life Itself, And Life Resides In The Human Heart.

For A While Bastian Stood Motionless. He Was So Stunned By What He Had Just Heard That He Couldn't Decide What To Do... What He Had Hoped Was His Ruin And What He Had Feared His Salvation.

Nothing Can Happen More Than Once, But Everything Must Happen One Day; Over Hill And Dale, Wood And Stream, My Dying Voice Will Blow Away. . .