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
For Beatrice, our love broke my heart, and stopped yours.
Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night's sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too.
Instead of the word 'love' there was an enormous heart, a symbol sometimes used by people who have trouble figuring out the difference between words and shapes.
That night it felt that somehow by flicking them off the roof, the matches would burn down everything, the sparks from the tips of the flames, torching the world and all the heartbroken people in it.
the mind has a thousand eyes, and the heart has one:yet the light of a whole life dies when love is done.
For Beatrice - you will always be in my mind, in my heart and in your grave.
This knowledge sits in my heart, heavy as a paperweight.
I am heartbroken, but I have been heartbroken before, and this might be the best for which I can hope.
I hadn't even been looking, not for you, and now you were my heart's desire.
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.
The thing with your heart's desire is that your heart doesn't even know what it desires until it turns up.
People can expect poisonous mushrooms, ... And then only if they open the book.
Book thirteen marks the return of a reptile previously gone missing.