I hadn't even been looking, not for you, and now you were my heart's desire.

Thinking about something is like picking up a stone when taking a walk, either while skipping rocks on the beach, for example, or looking for a way to shatter the glass doors of a museum. When you think about something, it adds a bit of weight to your walk, and as you think about more and more things you are liable to feel heavier and heavier, until you are so burdened you cannot take any further steps, and can only sit and stare at the gentle movements of the ocean waves or security guards, thinking too hard bout too many things to do anything else.

There are two kinds of fears: rational and irrational- or in simpler terms, fears that make sense and fears that don't.

I go to bed early and rise late and feel as if I have hardly slept, probably because I have been reading almost the entire time.

Reader: Dear Mr. Snicket, What is the best way to keep a secret? Lemony Snicket : Tell it to everyone you know, but pretend you are kidding.

It is often difficult to admit that someone you love is not perfect, or to consider aspects of a person that are less than admirable.

If only Uncle Monty knew what we know," Violet said, "and Stephano knew that he knew what we know. But Uncle Monty doesn't know what we know, and Stephano knows that he doesn't know what we know." "I know," Klause said. "I know you know," Violet said