For Beatrice- My love for you shall live forever. You, however, did not.

Like a lot of people whose children were small in the 2000s, I read [Daniel Handler] books out loud and I loved them.

Any playlist without Prince is no friend of mine.

I stayed there loving you, though the love made me, not sad but I guess melancholy, for a reason I couldn’t point to.

There are two types of panicking: standing still and not saying a word, and leaping all over the place babbling anything that comes into your head.

I can't imagine why you would want to take your child to see what the career of a writer is like, because it mostly consists of sitting in a room typing, or going to the library and looking something up. Those are not exciting things to watch.

It was a curious feeling, that something could be so close and so distant at the same time.