“Everything will need selling, or moving, or rearranging. But there's no right place for any of it, including the most awkward piece of furniture: me. I'm too empty to sell. I'm too replaceable to stay in Wellsford, and I'm too big for Celeste's apartment.”
“Everything's much too big here,' thought Moominmamma. 'Or perhaps I'm too small.”
“My face seems too square and my eyes too big, like I'm perpetually surprised, but there's nothing wrong with me that I can fix.”
“I'm too old to figure out the rights and wrongs of everything.”
“My aim is to agitate and disturb people. I'm not selling bread; I'm selling yeast.”
“There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get outbut I'm too tough for him,I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you.”