“It’s funny about love,” Sophia said. “The more you love someone, the less he likes you back.” “That’s very true,” Grandmother observed. “And so what do you do?” “You go on loving,” Sophia said threateningly. “You love harder and harder.” Her grandmother sighed and said nothing.”

“It’s funny about love,” Sophia said. “The more you love someone, the less he likes you back.” “That’s very true,” Grandmother observed. “And so what do you do?” “You go on loving,” Sophia said threateningly. “You love harder and harder.” Her grandmother sighed and said nothing.”

— Tove Jansson