Don't people get married because they're full of love and then divorced when they run out of it?" (Elsa)"Did you learn that one in school?" (Mom)"It's my own theory." (Elsa)

We have to do it for my mum's sake. Because I'm hoping that the last sorry will be to her.

It's strange how quickly the significance of of a certain smell can change, depending on what path it decides to take through the brain. It's strange how close love and fear live to each other.

Or that time she made a snowman in Britt-Marie and Kent’s garden right under their balcony and dressed it up in grown-up clothes so it looked as if a person had fallen from the roof.

Mum is a perfectionist and Dad is a pedant and that was partly why their marriage didn't work so well, Elsa figures. Because a perfectionist and a pedant are two very different things.

There's something quite special about a granny's house. Even if ten or twenty or thirty years go by, you never forget how it smells.

Until there are so many of them that no one dares to chase them anymore. Until they're an army in themselves. Because if a sufficient number of people are different, no one has to be normal.

When it comes to terror, reality’s got nothing on the power of the imagination[.]

You should choose your battles if you can, but if the battle chooses you then kick the sod in his fuse box!

It's going to be a grand adventure and a fairy tale of marvels. But it's my fault that you'll find a dragon at the end, my darling knight.

... not all monsters look like monsters. There are some that carry their monstrosity inside.

Love is the most difficult and dangerous form of courage. Courage is the most desperate, admirable and noble kind of love.

Learn, relearn and outlearn.

The young have aspirations that never come to pass, the old have reminiscences of what never happened.

My reason to live is to love, my reason to get is to give. - The Lord is my witness.

It's hard for me to write about anything personal because I get way too personal.

Sympathetic people often don't communicate well, they back reflected images which hide their own depths.

On the tawny sands and shelves trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves.

People become what they expect themselves to become

The purpose of architecture is to create an atmosphere in which man can live, work, and enjoy.

There's no escape. I'm God's only man.