Daniel Handler
Daniel Handler
Daniel Handleris an American writer and journalist. He is best known for his work under the pen name Lemony Snicket, having published children's series A Series of Unfortunate Events and All the Wrong Questions under this pseudonym. He has also published adult novels under his real name; his first book The Basic Eight was rejected by many publishers for its dark subject matter. His most recent book is We Are Pirates. Handler has also played the accordion in several bands...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth28 February 1970
CitySan Francisco, CA
CountryUnited States of America
Keep anyone with whom you can read in silence.
The trouble with talking about irony is, it's such a slippery thing that the second you start talking about it, you're a better example of it than you are an analyst.
All his life, Klaus had believed that if you read enough books, you could solve any problem, but now he wasn't so sure.
Don’t repeat yourself. It’s not only repetitive, it’s redundant, and people have heard it before.
The more I protest that I'm not Lemony Snicket, and that I'm Daniel Handler instead, the more it becomes clear to the audience that I am in fact Lemony Snicket, that I am in fact standing in front of them.
Why not rise from the grave and terrorize a little instead of staying buried and dead in the cemetery?
If we wait until we're ready, we'll be waiting for the rest of our lives.
Wherever it's good, whatever strange, faraway land, let's go there, let's stay in that place alone.
I can't imagine why you would want to take your child to see what the career of a writer is like, because it mostly consists of sitting in a room typing, or going to the library and looking something up. Those are not exciting things to watch.
Undeveloped, the whole thing,tossed into a box before we really had a chance to know what we had, and that's why we broke up.
I was stupid, the official descriptive phrase for happy.
I don’t smoke, although it looks fantastic in films. But I light matches on those thinking blank nights when I crawl my route out onto the roof of the garage and the sky while my parents sleep innocent and the lonely cars move sparse on the faraway streets, when the pillow won’t stay cool and the blankets bother my body no matter how I move or lie still. I just sit with my legs dangling and light matches and watch them flicker away.
Occasionally there are parents who say, "I brought my child so he or she could learn what the career of a writer is like, and you did this long theatrical performance instead, and I'm very disappointed."
You’re just jealous of me because I’m a tap-dancing ballerina fairy princess veterinarian!