“He was frightened. If he hadn’t been so frightened, he could have made the lion disappear, or he could have wished himself at home with his father and mother. He could have wished the lion would turn into a butterfly or daisy or a gnat. He could have wished many things, but he panicked and couldn’t think carefully. ‘I wish I were a rock,’ he said, and he became a rock.”
“Hurt no living thing: ladybug not butterfly. Nor moth with dusty wing, not cricket chirping cheerily, nor grasshopper so light of leap, nor dancing gnat, not beetle fat, nor harmless worms that creep.”
“What do caterpillars do? Nothing much but chew and chew. What do caterpillars know? Nothing much but how to grow. They just cat what by and by will make them a butterfly. But that is more than I can do however much I chew and chew.”
“Later, when Barney was in bed, not thinking of great-uncles, dead or alive or even mislaid, not even thinking of the ghost, he felt something strange begin in his mind... a kind of stirring and opening as if some butterfly were struggling out of its chrysalis and trying to unfold crumpled wings.”
“But this butterfly was golden.
‘What can that mean?’ said Moomintroll. ‘I’ve never seen a golden butterfly before.’
‘Gold is even better than yellow,’ said the Snork Maiden.”
“When they looked at the flowers, Giglio was utterly unacquainted with botany, and had never heard of Linnaeus. When the butterflies passed, Giglio knew nothing about them, being as ignorant of entomology as I am of Algebra.”