Ugh – how nasty, so much snow is never good for a Moomin. Mother said so.

Can I have one, too? Hup-si-daisy!

And besides one gets so tired of everlastingly sitting in the same place.

At last they decided on the cave, but not to let Sniff into the secret (although it was really his cave), because he was rather a small person for such a big secret.

Anyway, if you’re not afraid, I’m not either!

Don’t worry we shall have wonderful dreams, and when we wake up it’ll be spring.

You are too young to understand, but as a matter of fact, a jewel is the only correct present for a lady.

But they are so horribly new and clean,’ said Snufkin sadly. ‘Haven’t you got something older?

Once when Moomintroll was diving he swallowed some water and nearly choked. It was funny!

Sniff, from the book Comet in Moominland

Higgely-piggely,
Path is so wiggely,
Time is past four.
Almost dead beat
On tired little feet;
No friendly door.

That’s most extraordinary, but I’m so used to your doing extraordinary things that nothing surprises me. Besides I’m feeling melancholy just now.

Hemulen, from the book Finn Family Moomintroll

Can we eat what we already have in our mouths?

He must have been very happy. He did a somersault here – that’s clear enough.

‘It’s all over now,’ said Snufkin. ‘Don’t cry any more Sniff.’

‘Perhaps it will come – perhaps not. It’s all the same to a person who knows that everything is unnecessary.’

Bless my tail! Whatever next!

You have always been so happy-go-lucky. It’s dreadful to see you despairing like this.

‘Cock-a-doodle-doo!’ (He was so excited he couldn’t think of anything more intelligent.)

‘It’s a comet,’ said the Muskrat. ‘A glowing star that flashes through the empty black space beyond the sky trailing a fiery tail behind it.’

‘I’m never afraid,’ answered Sniff. ‘But I think the view is better from here.’

Sniff, from the book Comet in Moominland

Like a streak of lightning he whizzed out of the box, then hesitated for a moment and decided to feel more curious than scared.

They were indescribably beautiful, and they seemed to be aware of it. They danced coquettishly, freely and openly, for themselves, for each other, for the island, for the sea – it seemed to be all the same to them.

The sky was blue as usual, so this time it couldn’t be the volcano.

He was determined to understand, to solve the mystery of the sea so that he would learn to like it and be able to keep his self-respect.