My Bag Was As Light As My

One Must Use The Night.

The Lamp Sizzled As It Burned. It Made Everything Seem Close And Safe, A Little Family Circle They All Knew And Trusted. Outside This Circle Lay Everything That Was Strange And Frightening, And The Darkness Seemed To Reach Higher And Higher And Further And Further Away, Right To The End Of The World.

It Was A Particularly Good Evening To Begin A Book.

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!

Everything's Much Too Big Here,' Thought Moominmamma. 'or Perhaps I'm Too Small.