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

Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abundance of shiny paper, decorating and hiding everything and giving a feeling of reckless extravagance.

...by and by a change came: I started to muse about the shape of my nose. I put my trivial surroundings aside and mused more and more about myself, and I found this to be a bewitching occupation. I stopped asking and longed instead to speak of my thoughts and feelings. Alas, there was no one besides myself who found me interesting.

Why are you in such a rush?" Sophia asked, and her grandmother answered that it was a good idea to do things before you forgot that they had to be done.

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

You can't ever be really free if you admire somebody too much.

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