One Must Use The Night.

One Has To Discover Everything For Oneself. And Get Over It All Alone.

But He Thought All The Strange Words Were Beautiful, And He Had Never Had A Book Of His Own Before.

I Don't Want To Hear About Them Any More. I Could Vomit On The Moomintrolls.

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.

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.