I think there are probably just as many adults who would miss the humor of my books, if not more, as there are children.

This story is about the Baudelaires. And they are the sort of people who know that there’s always something. Something to invent, something to read, something to bite, and something to do, to make a sanctuary, no matter how small. And for this reason, I am happy to say, the Baudelaires were very fortunate indeed.

Frustration is an interesting emotional state, because it tends to bring out the worst in whoever is frustrated.

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

I had this idea about terrible things happening to orphans, and I knew it was such a horrible idea that the idea of writing it down and then submitting it professionally was obviously absurd.

Well-read people are less likely to be evil.

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