There is a kind of poetry, bad and good, in evrything, everywhere we look.

Thomas Teal, a luminous translator of Jansson's twin talent for surface and depth, simplicity and reverberation in language, and someone who knows exactly how to convey her gift for sensing the meaning embedded in the most mundane act or turn of phrase.

There is a kind of poetry, bad and good, in evrything, everywhere we look.

I have thought for a long time that the way my clothes hang on me is more important than me inside them.

A good argument, like a good dialogue, is always a proof of life, but I'd much rather go and read a book.

Tonight I can smell the season the way it's usually only possible to at the very first moments of its return, before you're used to it, when you've forgotten its smell, then there it is back in the air and the flow of things shifting and resettling again.

I want to be bored. But I can't. But I really don't want to be this thing that I'm having to be instead of being bored.