It is still summer, but the summer is no longer alive. It has come to a standstill; nothing withers, and fall is not ready to begin. There are no stars yet, just darkness.

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

One can't be too dangerous, if they like to eat pancakes. Especially with jam on it.

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

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.

Maybe my passion is nothing special, but at least it's mine.

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