I don't want to hear about them any more. I could vomit on the Moomintrolls.

But that's how it is when you start wanting to have things. Now, I just look at them, and when I go away I carry them in my head. Then my hands are always free, because I don't have to carry a suitcase.

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

But he thought all the strange words were beautiful, and he had never had a book of his own before.

Lie on the bridge and watch the water flowing past. Or run, or wade through the swamp in your red boots. Or roll yourself up and listen to the rain falling on the roof. It's very easy to enjoy yourself.

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.