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
People can expect poisonous mushrooms, ... And then only if they open the book.
I don't know why wicked places generally look wicked. You'd think they'd look nice, to fool people, but they hardly ever do.
We weren't friends[...]We were more like jigsaw pieces, each of us part of the same big picture. There are people like this wherever you go. They are part of the same mystery as you are, but you can't quite tell how you fit together. The world is a puzzle, and we can't solve it alone.
Shyness is a curious thing, because, like quicksand, it can strike people at any time, and also, like quicksand, it usually makes its victims look down.
Like People, animals will become frightened and likely do whatever you say if you whip them enough.
Fetching objects for people who are too lazy to fetch them for themselves is never a pleasant task, particularly when the people are insulting you.
There are some people who believe that home is where one hangs one's hat, but these people tend to live in closets and on little pegs.
It is not the diamonds or the birds, the people or the potatoes; it is not any of the nouns. The miracle is the adverbs, the way things are done. It is the way love gets done despite every catastrophe.
You meet people who are in pain in life and love and you forgive them for behaving the way they do.
People who say money doesn’t matter are like people who say cake doesn’t matter—it’s probably because they’ve already had a few slices.
Friends can make you feel that the world is smaller and less sneaky than it really is, because you know people who have similar experiences.
Everybody will die, but very few people want to be reminded of that fact.
I'm sure you have heard it said that appearance does not matter so much, and that it is what's on the inside that counts. This is, of course, utter nonsense, because if it were true then people who were good on this inside would would never have to comb their hair or take a bath, and the whole world would smell even worse than it already does.
This is love if it's not with you, a terrible fiery something that makes people look away, and it feels like a punch in the throat.