It’s only the sea,’ said Moomintroll. ‘Every wave that dies on the beach sings a little song to a shell. But you mustn’t go inside because it’s a labyrinth and you may never come out again.

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

He didn't remember, he didn't worry, he just was.

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

Making a journey by night is more wonderful than anything in the world.

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

And all you can do is just read," she said. She raised her voice an screamed, "You just read and read and read!" Then she threw herself down on the table and wept.