He didn't remember, he didn't worry, he just was.

One makes a trip by day, but by night one sets out on a journey.

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

It’s only the sea,’ said Moomintroll. ‘Every wave that dies on the beach sings a little song to a shell. But you mustn’t go inside because it’s a labyrinth and you may never come out again.

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

Most of the people are homesick anyway, and a little lonely, and they hide themselves in their hair and are turned into flowers.

I want your first trip to be with me. I want to show you cities and landscapes and teach you how to look at things in new ways and how to get along in places you don't already know inside out. I want to put some life in you.