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

I never thought about whether film is inherently more sincere, because certainly I think if Guy Maddin had directed A Series Of Unfortunate Events, there probably could have been more of the stage-y irony that is in the books. But I was just interested to see what people would do with it, and worrying that Brad Silberling wouldn't do what I had in mind.

You may be right,' she said, a phrase which here meant 'I’m wrong, but I don’t have the courage to say so.

Every new promise was like something heavy I had to carry, with no place to put anything down.

Once more, this is love: it rings and you open up unless it looks like an ax murderer.

Like a church bell, a coffin, and a vat of melted chocolate, a supply closet is rarely a comfortable place to hide.

Dumping you times infinity. Still not enough.