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.

It was a particularly good evening to begin a book.

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.

I need to write down my observations. Even the tiniest ones; they're the most important.

A very long time ago, Grandmother had wanted to tell about all the things they did, but no one had bothered to ask. And now she had lost the urge.

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

Dogs are mute and obedient, but they have watched us and know us and can smell how pitiful we are.