I give up,” Mr. Poe said, and coughed into his handkerchief. “Five hundred is too much to pay for a big herring statue.
I can’t sleep if there’s murderers on the loose!” cried another guest. “Amen, brother!” said another person. “If a crime has been committed, then it’s our duty to stand around in our pajamas in the name of justice!
I know we have to hurry!” Klaus cried. “I’m moving these noodles as quickly as I can!
We both wanted to know each other’s secrets, and we both wanted the other person to go first.
There was a town, and there was a girl, and there was a theft. I was living in the town, and I was hired to investigate the theft, and I thought the girl had nothing to do with it. I was almost thirteen and I was wrong. I was wrong about all of it. I should have asked the question ‘Why would somebody say something was stolen when it was never theirs in the first place?’ Instead, I asked the wrong question – four wrong questions, more or less.
I submit these assorted pieces of evidence I’m unwilling to categorize!
Mr. Poe was kindhearted, but it is not enough in this world to be kindhearted, particularly if you are responsible for keeping children out of danger.
And Sunny crawled around solemnly biting each of Edgar and Albert’s shoes, leaving small teeth marks in each one so she would not be forgotten.
So it goes,′ Prosper Lost said, a little sadly. ‘There are some stories you never get to finish.
It was Stephano, or, if you prefer, it was Count Olaf. It was the bad guy.
The last safe place may not be a safe place after all.
It is true, of course, that you never know. A new experience can be extremely pleasurable, or extremely irritating, or somewhere in between, and you never know until you try it out.
The bears bear hard hard yarn yarns” you are unlikely to be confused.
There is a popular game in which one person says something to another, and that person says it to another, and so on and so on, and all the while the message is getting more and more garbled until it is nonsense. The game is called “living in the world” and has been played for thousands of years.
When we met, you were pretty, and I was lonely. Now, I am pretty lonely.
Stop!” Jerome Squalor pleaded. “In the name of injustice!
A rug feels like a lion, but that doesn’t mean you can ride it.
It is very useful, when one is young, to learn the difference between “literally” and “figuratively.” If something happens literally, it actually happens; if something happens figuratively, it feels like it’s happening. If you are literally jumping for joy, for instance, it means you are leaping in the air because you are very happy. If you are figuratively jumping for joy, it means you are so happy that you could jump for joy, but are saving your energy for other matters.
She crawled in front of the Baudelaires’ guardian and bared her teeth at Captain Sham.
Sometimes the information you need is not in the most obvious place.