Daniel Handler
Daniel Handler
Daniel Handleris an American writer and journalist. He is best known for his work under the pen name Lemony Snicket, having published children's series A Series of Unfortunate Events and All the Wrong Questions under this pseudonym. He has also published adult novels under his real name; his first book The Basic Eight was rejected by many publishers for its dark subject matter. His most recent book is We Are Pirates. Handler has also played the accordion in several bands...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth28 February 1970
CitySan Francisco, CA
CountryUnited States of America
I have produced things that I would say were sincerely cheerful. But then I am reminded by other people that no one else would see them that way.
No matter who you are, no matter where you live, and no matter how many people are chasing you, what you don't read is often as important as what you do read.
The rinsed foam swirled into one drain that always clogged come October when the maples dropped Canadian propaganda over everything.
This is love, to sit with someone you've known forever in a place you've been meaning to go, and watching as their life happens to them until you stand up and it's time to go.
I find reading screenplays difficult, as they're only a roadmap for what a movie might end up being.
How do you forget something? You just walk away from it, those who are still alive. There are so few clearings in our hearts and minds, so few places where something can't grow on top of whatever happened to us before, and this is love too.
Someone can break your heart, leave you dead on the lawn, and still you never learn what to say to stop it all over again.
Making you happy isn't making me happy
I think if I were walking someplace and I saw a corpse my brain would tell me it was a million things before I believed it was a corpse.
Everyone tells you it's all right to cry, but not enough people say it's all right if you don't want people to know.
Taking one’s chances is like taking a bath, because sometimes you end up feeling comfortable and warm, and sometimes there is something terrible lurking around that you cannot see until it is too late and you can do nothing else but scream and cling to a plastic duck.
It is a lonely feeling when someone you care about becomes a stranger.
Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don't always like.
A good library will never be too neat, or too dusty, because somebody will always be in it, taking books off the shelves and staying up late reading them.