if you have never spent whole afternoons whith burning ears and rumpled hair forgetting the world around you over a book forgetting cold and hunger if you have never read secretly under the bedclothes with a flashlight because your father or mother or some other well meaning person has switched off the lamp on the plausible ground that it was time to sleep 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 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 wont understand what bastian dıd next

Bastian looked at the book i wonder he said to himself what is in a book while İTS closed oh i know İTS full of letters printed on paper but all the same something must be happening because as soon as i open it there is a whole story whith people i don t know yet and all kinds of adventures deeds and battles and sometines there are storms at sea or it takes you to storms at sea or it takes you to strange cities and countries all those things are somehow shut in a book. of course you have to read it to find out. but İTS already there thats the funny thing i just wish i knew how it could be Suddenly an almost festive mood came over hım. He settled himself down picked up the book opened it to the fırst page and began to read ...

A story can be New and yet tell about olden times. The past comes into existence with the story

what i have started i must finish. i have Gone too far to turn back Regardless of what May happen i have to go forward