One has to discover everything for oneself. And get over it all alone.

It looks rather ordinary," said the Snork. "Unless you consider that a top hat is always somewhat extraordinary, of course.

It's funny about love', Sophia said. 'The more you love someone, the less he likes you back.' 'That's very true,' Grandmother observed. 'And so what do you do?' 'You go on loving,' said Sophia threateningly. 'You love harder and harder.

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

The thing about God, she thought, is that He usually does help, but not until you've made an effort on your own.

Quite, quite,' she thought with a little sigh. 'It's always like this in their adventures. To save and be saved. I wish somebody would write a story sometime about the people who warm up the heroes afterward.

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