Book: The neverending story

Nothing can change for those who himself does not change.

Any real book - endless... But many people don't notice it. It all depends on who holds the book in his hands.

All that empty, easily manageable.

I'd like to know what, exactly, is this book? Printed letters? But when you open it, suddenly, there are people who did not know before, and the adventure begins, the battle and the storm, or are in foreign countries, and cities, and it is all because of the book. Of course, you need to read. However something has happens...

Human passions are surprisingly mysterious, and the children subject to them are not less than adults. Those whom they possess, I can't really explain it, and those who does not know passion, and to imagine not what it is.

In the world there are a thousand thousand joys, but in essence they are all one joy: the joy of loving. To love and be happy is one and the same.

Every real story is a story, the end of which no.

He no longer aspired to be the greatest, the strongest or the most intelligent, it was already over. He missed being loved - whether it be good or bad, beautiful or ugly, smart or stupid - with all their weaknesses and shortcomings or, perhaps, even just for them.

- So listen, Great Sesny, our question. What is Fantasy?
Bastian paused and said:
- Fantasy is the Story, the end of Which No.

Are you asking me who will you be there? And here-who are you? Who are you, inhabitants of Fantasy? Images prividevshayasya in dreams, poetic inventions, characters of history, the end which is not!.. Do you think that you really are there, son?..

... It is possible to be convinced, and even years, something you're craving, but only as long as this desire remains unfulfilled. And as soon as an opportunity arises to implement it, as they want only one thing: it would be better never to want.