My bag was as light as my happy-go-lucky heart.

The hemulen woke up slowly and recognised himself and wished he had been someone he didn't know.

I'm not sure I would have ever started to draw, let alone write, if my childhood hadn't been so happy. It was a mixture of comfort and adventure. An excellent mixture!

Making a journey by night is more wonderful than anything in the world.

I mean, anyone can let Danger out but the really clever thing is finding somewhere for it to go afterwards.

It is still summer, but the summer is no longer alive. It has come to a standstill; nothing withers, and fall is not ready to begin. There are no stars yet, just darkness.

One can't be too dangerous, if they like to eat pancakes. Especially with jam on it.