It was another thing you didn't learn at a top-drawer school. Bickering is like baldness or lousy gifts. It runs in families.

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.

It's hard when you're missing your family, " Pip said, and started the motor. " You wake up every morning like someone took one of your legs.

It’s hard when you’re missing your family. You wake up every morning like someone took one of your legs.

Get scared later, and if you're scared now remember what Kit always said. If you're not scared, she told me, it's not bravery. And you want to be brave, don't you, Snicket?

We represent the true human condition, the one permanent victory over cruelty and chaos. . . . Our true home is the imagination, and our kingdom is the wide-open world.

When you find the sort of people who will show up to give you a ride exactly when they've promised to do so, hold on to them for dear life.

The trouble with being patient is that eventually you get tired of it.

If you're not scared, she told me, it's not bravery.

It is unwise to make something permanent when the whole world is shifting.

But some secrets are so strange and so dangerous that showing them to people makes the strangeness and the danger pour into their lives like a dark, dark ink.

You've got your Brain, Google, and most importantly, you've got Youtube. Use'em!

Science is a little bit more than a wonderful way of modelling and predicting it's a wonderful technical abstraction. I think science is a really wonderful technical abstraction.

It's impossible to move, to live, to operate at any level without leaving traces, bits, seemingly meaningless fragments of personal information.

If I had my way, I'd end all wars and poverty. We should all be more aware of what's going on in the world around us and less ignorant.

A rune, hovering like an angel: a shape like two wings joined by a single bar.

Democracy's real test lies in its respect for minority opinion.

Illness and accidents were mysterious manifestations of the war of the spirits, fought on the battleground of the body.

It was not as easy to commit suicide as to contemplate it.

To walk abroad is, not with eyes, But thoughts, the fields to see and prize; Else may the silent feet, Like logs of wood, Move up and down, and see no good, Nor Jor nor glory meet.

By being seldom seen, I could not stir But like a comet I was wondered at.