He was the owner of the moonlight on the ground, he fell in love with the most beautiful of the trees, he made wreaths of leaves and strung them around his neck.
Tove JanssonAnd all you can do is just read," she said. She raised her voice an screamed, "You just read and read and read!" Then she threw herself down on the table and wept.
Tove JanssonThere are such a lot of things that have no place in summer and autumn and spring. Everything thatโs a little shy and a little rum. Some kinds of night animals and people that donโt fit in with others and that nobody really believes in. They keep out of the way all the year. And then when everythingโs quiet and white and the nights are long and most people are asleepโthen they appear.
Tove Jansson