All the secrets of the world are contained in books. Read at your own risk.

You know I want to be a director, but you could never truly see the movies in my head and that, Ed, is why we broke up.

Neither were you [born yesterday], unless of course I am wrong, in which case welcome to the world, little baby, and congratulations on learning to read so early in life.

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.

Love was in the air, so both of us walked through love on our way to the corner.

Klaus sighed, and opened a book, and as at so many other times when the middle Baudelaire child did not want to think about his circumstances, he began to read.

The sea is nothing but a library of all the tears in history.