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.

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

There are those who stay at home and those who go away, and it has always been so. Everyone can choose for himself, but he must choose while there is still time and never change his mind.

There's no need to imagine that you're a wondrous beauty, because that's what you are.

Smell is important. It reminds a person of all the things he's been through; it is a sheath of memories and security.

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

There are such a lot of things that have no place in summer and autumn and spring. Everything that’s a little shy and a little rum. Some kinds of night animals and people that don’t fit in with others and that nobody really believes in. They keep out of the way all the year. And then when everything’s quiet and white and the nights are long and most people are asleep—then they appear.