The Neverending Story

by Michael Ende

I know it’s the style nowadays to make a terrible fuss over you – but I don’t go for it. I simply have no use for children. As far as I’m concerned, they’re no good for anything but screaming, torturing people, breaking things, smearing books with jam and tearing the pages. It never dawns on them that grown-ups may also have their troubles and cares. I’m only telling you this so you’ll know where you’re at.

Maybe all the people who say ghosts don’t exist are just afraid to admit that they do.