Daniel Handler Quotes

We've accumulated a lot of things over the years and many things from our grandmother. Hopefully it'll be all right. I really don't want to cry, but I can't help it.

I clean out my house weekly. I just keep a lot of silly little things that are meaningful to me.

Everything I own has some significance to me.

I always want objects in my home that have a connection to me or something I've loved. It's still stuff, but it's stuff that has meaning.

I have a lot of objects in my space, little things, reminders, memories.

Memory is curated. All this paraphernalia you collect to ward off forgetting

So many objects, so many memories. Each was being labelled and packed away in bags just as it was in her mind. To be stored in an area that would sometime be called upon to teach and help in future life.

The thing for me though, is that songs are good depending on the memories I have with them.

It was all I had, all I've ever had, the only currency, the only proof that I was alive. Memory.

The apartment was entirely, was only, for her: a wall of books, both read and unread, all of them dear to her not only in themselves, their tender spines, but in the moments or periods they evoked… Her self, then, was represented in her books; her times in her records; and the rest of the room she thought of as a pure, blank slate.

Home! With what different sensations different people pronounce and hear that word pronounced!

I miss Seattle a lot. It was my first city that I lived in on my own. It was a great city to play for. It was unfortunate for the fans what happened, but it’s time to move on. I’m sure they’ve moved on. But in the back of my mind, I still have a thing for Seattle and always am going to remember what they’ve done for me.

All those moments, those memories. Everything that we are, compressed in just two or three kilos of paper — the weight of a human heart.

It was like those songs I'd heard as a child, each so familiar, and all mine. When i got older and realized the words were sad, the stories tragic, it didn't make me love them any less. By then they were already part of me, woven into my conciousness & memory

There are two kinds of people in this world: those who know where their high school yearbook is and those who do not.

I do hang on to things. I was so happy my father saved his army jacket. I grew up wearing that all through high school.

It takes a heap o' livin' in a house t' make it home

My home is such a powerfully imaginative place that the space is almost irrelevant. I think the house I live at on the Hudson is where I belong because it's the only place where I am that I never think about when I'm leaving.

I am always drawn back to places where I have lived, the houses and their neighborhoods.

I had funny memories, too, but the music was more important to me than anything else.

Memories can be everything if we choose to make them so. But you are right: you mustn't do that. That is for me, and I shall do it.

I like to have memories of a place. It brings something extra. I'm not even sure what it is. I mean, it's the same part of it as I like using friends in small parts or people I know or my doorman.

Some things you can never leave behind. They don't belong to the past. They belong to you.

Memories are not shackles, Franklin, they are garlands.

I am always nostalgic being in New York. Every neighborhood represents something to me. I lived here until I was 60 years old or so. So it was my life.