One Makes A Trip By

I'm Not Sure I Would Have Ever Started To Draw, Let Alone Write, If My Childhood Hadn't Been So Happy. It Was A Mixture Of Comfort And Adventure. An Excellent Mixture!

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

Storms Probably Exist Only Because After Them We Can Have A Sunrise.

It Was A Particularly Good Evening To Begin A Book.

He Didn't Remember, He Didn't Worry, He Just Was.