For Beatrice, when we met, my life began. Soon afterwards, yours ended.

Waiting is one of life's hardships. It is hard enough to wait for chocolate cream pie while burnt roast beef is still on your plate. It is plenty difficult to wait for Halloween when the tedious month of September is still ahead of you. But to wait for one's adopted uncle to come home while a greedy and violent man is upstairs was one of the worst waits the Baudelaires had ever experienced.

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

To Beatrice- My love flew like a butterfly Until death swooped down like a bat As the poet Emma Montana McElroy said: 'That's the end of that.

Either you have the feeling or you don't. Hawk Davies

The smell of cooking food is often a calming one.

It is always terrible to be told to go play with people one doesn't know.