I Don't Want To Hear About Them

They Were Always Doing Something. Quietly, Without Interruption, And With Great Concentration, They Carried On With The Hundred-and-one Small Things That Made Up Their World.

‎''just Think, Never To Be Glad Or Disappointed. Never To Like Anyone And Get Cross At Him And Forgive Him. Never To Sleep Or Feel Cold, Never To Make A Mistake And Have A Stomach-ache And Be Cured From It, Never To Have A Birthday Party, Drink Beer, And Have A Bad Conscience... How Terrible.

It Is Simply This: Do Not Tire, Never Lose Interest, Never Grow Indifferent—lose Your Invaluable Curiosity And You Let Yourself Die. It's As Simple As That.

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

Most Of The People Are Homesick Anyway, And A Little Lonely, And They Hide Themselves In Their Hair And Are Turned Into Flowers.