I often can't remember which scenes are and aren't in the final product, because I saw so many different versions of the Lemony Snicket that I forget which ended up on the cutting-room floor.

...there's nothing wrong with occasionally staring out the window and thinking nonsense, as long as the nonsense is yours.

Tell me what it is, or prepare to eat harpoon.

We need things, and the opposite of them, and we are so rarely completely comfortable.

A mystery is solved with a story.

One of the remarkable things about love is that, despite very irritating people writing poems and songs about how pleasant it is, it really is quite pleasant.

She gave me a hug and for a second I was embraced by a body that makes me want to go home and never eat again.