I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know.

Everything's much too big here,' thought Moominmamma. 'Or perhaps I'm too small.

There are those who stay at home and those who go away, and it has always been so. Everyone can choose for himself, but he must choose while there is still time and never change his mind.

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!

Smell is important. It reminds a person of all the things he's been through; it is a sheath of memories and security.

For a while she considered being ill, but she changed her mind.

The lamp sizzled as it burned. It made everything seem close and safe, a little family circle they all knew and trusted. Outside this circle lay everything that was strange and frightening, and the darkness seemed to reach higher and higher and further and further away, right to the end of the world.