Miracles are like meatballs, because nobody can exactly agree on what they are made of, where they come from, or how often they should appear.

Everybody will die, but very few people want to be reminded of that fact.

I write storys to entertain not to be the best

Bad circumstances have a way of ruining things that would otherwise be pleasant.

Oftentimes. when people are miserable, they will want to make other people miserable, too. But it never helps.

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.

The miracle is the adverbs, the way things are done.