How do you do?" said Violet. "How do you do?" said Klaus. "Odo yow!" said Sunny.

Every last souvenir of the love we had, the prizes & the debris of this relationship, like the glitter in the gutter when the parade has passed, all the everything & whatnot kicked to the curb.

Anyone who knew Violet well could tell she was thinking hard, because her long hair was tied up in a ribbon to keep it out of her eyes. Violet had a real knack for inventing and building strange devices, so her brain was often filled with images of pulleys, levers, and gears, and she never wanted to be distracted by something as trivial as her hair.

No reality has the power to dispel a dream.

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.

There are some people who believe that home is where one hangs one's hat, but these people tend to live in closets and on little pegs.

Blank paper has always inspired me.