E!" Klaus cried. "E as in Exit!" The Baudelaires ran down E as in Exit, but when they reached the last cabinet, the row was becoming F as in Falling File Cabinets, G as in Go the Other Way! and H as in How in the World Are We Going to Escape?

Klaus sighed, and opened a book, and as at so many other times when the middle Baudelaire child did not want to think about his circumstances, he began to read.

Everybody has a theory.

Young writers should read books past bedtime and write things down in notebooks when they are supposed to be doing something else.

Are you ready?" Klaus asked finally. "No," Sunny answered. "Me neither," Violet said, "but if we wait until we're ready we'll be waiting for the rest of our lives, Let's go.

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

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