Daniel Handler Quotes

Sorry-in-the-Vale, Sorriest River, Crying Pools," said Jared. "Is the quarry called Really Depressed Quarry?

The older books were quite light-hearted. But I think most of my novels do end on a deep note of pessimism. Shadows seem to be closing in. The final conclusion isn't that life is wonderful and everything is bright and cheery and in the garden.

I love bleak things.

Sometimes, I wake up and the skies are grey and everything's horrible.

The secret to happiness is to face the fact that the world is horrible.

I'm one of the more pessimistic cats on the planet. I make Van Gogh look like a rodeo clown.

I don't believe in happy endings.

I'm quite gloomy. I just am one of those people, vaguely lugubrious.

I wear a lot of black. Like my heart.

I know this will come as a shock to you, Mr. Goldwyn, but in all history, which has held billions and billions of human beings, not a single one ever had a happy ending.

I've never asked for a happy ending

There was a darkness, a melancholy, that people had trouble accepting. Maybe now, it would work better.

I used to think drinking was the only way to be happy. Now I know there is no way to be happy.

At times, I feel overwhelmed and my depression leads me into darkness.

I don't know whether I'm misanthropic. It seems to me I'm constantly disappointed. I'm very easily disappointed.

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.

People go through periods when things are dark and cloudy, and they talk dark and cloudy.

I might look successful and happy being in front of you today, but I once suffered from severe depression and was in total despair.

My dark secrets are life threatening. Pockets of unhappiness set in aspic that build and build. I have this primitive feeling that if something good happens, it is going to be followed by something bad. There is always a price to pay.

I don't write happy songs. Who does? I don't know anybody who writes happy songs, really.

I'm prone to a more depressed outlook on life.

The ending is one of my blackest, utterly without hope of any sort.

It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.

Absolute silence leads to sadness. It is the image of death.

A people whose souls are so little tuned to joy.