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
One of the remarkable things about love is that, despite very irritating people writing poems and songs about how pleasant it is, it really is quite pleasant.
but it's far too late for us; ring, hair, letters, photographs--all traces of our love will be scattered then, like an anagram...
But I must admit I miss you terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby.
For Beatrice--My love for you shall live forever. You, however, did not.
Love is candy from a stranger, but it's candy you've had before and it probably won't kill you.
Unless you have been very, very lucky, you have undoubtedly experienced events in your life that have made you cry. So unless you have been very, very lucky, you know that a good, long session of weeping can often make you feel better, even if your circumstances have not changed one bit.
It is often difficult to admit that someone you love is not perfect, or to consider aspects of a person that are less than admirable.
For Beatrice, our love broke my heart, and stopped yours.
And when love is over when the diner of love seems closed from the outside you want all those hours back along with anything you left at the lover’s house and maybe a couple of things which aren’t technically yours on the grounds that you wasted a portion of your life and those hours have all gone southside.
You meet people who are in pain in life and love and you forgive them for behaving the way they do.
I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday.
I want to love you and take you pretty places. Yes, I have things wrong, but also I can walk through walls if you'll let me show you.
it is a sad truth in life that when someone has lost a loved one, friends sometimes avoid the person, just when the presence of friends is most needed.
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.