Only the ship is made of books, its sails thousands of overlapping pages, and the sea it floats upon is dark black… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
This is not magic. This is the way the world is, only very few people take the time to stop and note… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
I would have written you, myself, if I could put down in words everything I want to say to you. A sea… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
Old stories have a habit of being told and retold and changed. Each subsequent storyteller puts his or her mark upon it.… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
Celia." he says without looking up at her, "why do we wind our watch?" "Because everything requires energy," she recites obediently, eyes… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
The circus looks abandoned and empty. But you think perhaps you can smell caramel wafting through the evening breeze, beneath the crisp… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
Is it not that bad to be trapped somewhere, then? Depending on where you're trapped?" "I suppose it depends on how much… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
I feel 'The Night Circus' has a complete story arc in one book. I like it as a single volume. It feels… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
“The finished clock is resplendent. At first glance it is simply a clock, a rather large black clock with a white face… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
They are enthusiasts, devotees. Addicts. Something about the circus stirs their souls, and they ache for it when it is absent. They seek each… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share
“The Burgess sisters arrive together. Tara and Lainie do a little bit of everything. Sometimes dancers, sometimes actresses. Once they were librarians, but that… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share
“Bedtime stories Eventide Rhapsodies Anthologies of Memory Please enter cautiously and feel free to open what is closed” — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share
“When all of this is over, no matter which one of us wins, I will not let you go so easily. Agreed?” — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share
“Why haven’t you asked me how I do my tricks?” Celia asks, once they have reached the point where she is certain he is… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share
I binge write. I think it's because I started seriously writing by participating in National Novel Writing Month, an online-based challenge to write 50,000… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share
I made a wish on this tree years ago," Marco says. "What did you wish for?" Bailey asks. Marco leans forward and whispers in… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share
“He reads histories and mythologies and fairy tales, wondering why it seems that only girls are ever swept away from their mundane lives on… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share
“Behind him, the sheep, left to their own devices, decide to wander through the open gate into the field beyond.” — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share
Marco moves to close the distance between them, kissing away her tears before catching her lip with his own. As he kisses her, the… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share
And before he can tell her to tell Widget goodbye for him if need be, she leans forward and kisses him, not on the… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share
