They say. [he says agreeably, and almost looks like he's about to laugh.] Mostly it's... bubbling pitch, and the shards of sacrificed ideals.

[He'd ask how you fit that in your pocket, Bastian, but he knows how convenient being a being not of this world is. The limitations of the laws of physics can be a little grating. Honestly, he doesn't covet other bodies, but sometimes he does remember fondly what it was not to be tied to a physical form.

Other nights he scrapes up the dough to remind himself that every cloud has a silver lining.

And he looks down, and shrugs.]

I gotta say my intentions probably weren't that good.