The End (A Series of Unfortunate Events, #13)

by Lemony Snicket

but there are so many secrets in the world that it is likely that you are always in the dark about one thing or another,

happiness is an acquired taste, like coconut cordial or ceviche, to which you can eventually become accustomed, but despair is something surprising each time you encounter it.

Perhaps if we saw what was ahead of us, and glimpsed the crimes, follies, and misfortunes that would befall us later on, we would all stay in our mother’s wombs, and then there would be nobody in the world but a great number of very fat, very irritated women.

Ô Mort, vieux capitaine, il est temps! levons l’ancre! Ce pays nous ennuie, ô Mort! Appareillons! Si le ciel et la mer sont noirs comme de l’encre, Nos coeurs que tu connais sont remplis de rayons!

“You’d think we would have had enough treachery for a lifetime,” Klaus said, “but there’s more to life than safety.”