The war imbued my tin soldiers with quite a new interest. It was impossible to have boxes enough of them.

On the whole, the world was friendly. It chiefly depended on whether one were good or not.

I was always hearing that I was pale and thin and small.

It gradually dawned upon me that there was no one more difficult to please than my mother.

The war imbued my tin soldiers with quite a new interest. It was impossible to have boxes enough of them.

Dostoevsky preaches the morality of the pariah, the morality of the slave.

The Danish glee: the national version of cheerfulness.