In this economy, children are lucky to have a job at all.
If you want a mule to move, you can reward it with a carrot or you can hit it with a stick.
If you have ever lost a friend, you know that it makes your world feel incomplete, like a puzzle with a piece missing, or one half of a broken spyglass.
If I wanted, I could drown you in the sea, or have you strangled by the arms of this mechanical octopus. It is only through the kindness of my heart and greed that I am throwing you in the brig and torturing you instead.[to Baudelaires]
I was young. I was finding myself. You know, trying out new fashion, new music, playing with matches, that sort of thing.[mqqito Hook-Handed Man[/mqqi]
I know how dark and lonely the world must feel, but you can always find a kind person who’s willing to shine a light on you when you need it. And, eventually, you’ll learn to shine a light on others in need.
I haven’t felt this sharp and focused since I first smelled kerosene.
For years, or at least what seemed like years, I have pursued the Baudelaire fortune via a wide variety of brilliant, only partially successful schemes.
For Beatrice – We are like boats passing in the night – Particularly you.
For Beatrice – No one could extinguish my love, or your house.
For Beatrice – I cherished, you perished, the world’s been nightmarished.
For Beatrice – Dead women tell no tales. Sad men write them down.
