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

It was a particularly good evening to begin a book.

But he thought all the strange words were beautiful, and he had never had a book of his own before.

He was the owner of the moonlight on the ground, he fell in love with the most beautiful of the trees, he made wreaths of leaves and strung them around his neck.

The thing about God, she thought, is that He usually does help, but not until you've made an effort on your own.

When Mats came in the evenings, they would drink tea in the kitchen while reading their books and talking about them. If Katri came in, they were quiet and waited for her to leave. The back door would close, and Katri would have gone. “Does your sister read our books?” Anna wanted to know. “No. She reads literature.

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