We laughed the rest of the way, because the point of this story is, it is not the cookies. It is the love.

Put your hair up, Min. The secret ingredient is not your hair.

Get out of my way, you cakesniffers!” said a rude, violent, and filthy little girl, shoving the Baudelaire orphans aside as she dashed by.

In the secret pocket, she often kept a small pocket dictionary, which she would take out whenever she encountered a word she did not know.

There is no worse sound in the world than someone who cannot play the violin but insists on doing so anyway.

Just because something is typed-whether it is typed on a business card or typed in a newspaper or book-this does not mean that it is true.

Hup hup ha ha hammy hee hee!