It Looks Rather Ordinary," Said The Snork.

One Makes A Trip By Day, But By Night One Sets Out On A Journey.

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

Anyway, Solitary People Interest Me. There Are So Many Different Ways Of Being Solitary.' 'i Know Just What You Mean,' Said X. 'i Know Exactly What You're Going To Say. Different Kinds Of Solitude. Enforced Solitude And Voluntary Solitude.' 'quite,' Said Viktoria. 'there's No Need To Go Into It Further. But When People Understand One Another Without Speaking, It Can Often Leave Them With Very Little To Talk About, Don't You Think?

I Love Borders. August Is The Border Between Summer And Autumn; It Is The Most Beautiful Month I Know.

Christmas Always Rustled. It Rustled Every Time, Mysteriously, With Silver And Gold Paper, Tissue Paper And A Rich Abundance Of Shiny Paper, Decorating And Hiding Everything And Giving A Feeling Of Reckless Extravagance.