They are enthusiasts, devotees. Addicts. Something about the circus stirs their souls, and they ache for it when it is absent. They… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
You look like a ghost," Bailey says. He can think of no better way to describe it. "You appear the same way… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
When I was growing up, if there was a Young Adult section of my town's library, I missed it. I wandered right… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
Our instructors do not understand how it is. To be bound to someone in such a way. They are too old, too… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
Which tent is your favourite?" he asks. "The Ice Garden," Celia answers, without even pausing to consider. "Why is that?" Marco asks.… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
She turns her head, Bailey catches her eye, and she smiles at him. Not in the way that one smiles at a… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
I have had affairs that lasted decades and others that lasted for hours. I have loved princesses and peasants. And I suppose… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
I don;t think there's anything wrong with being a dreamer. There is not. But dreams have ways of turning into nightmares. — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
I worry hope will crush me, the way love has so many times before. Are they so different, hope and love? O… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
Do you remember all of your audiences?" Marco asks. "Not all of them," Celia says. "But I remember the people who look… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
I find I think of myself not as a writer so much as someone who provides a gateway, a tangential route for… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
The past stays on you the way powdered sugar stays on your fingers. Some people can get rid of it but it’s… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
I have you here, all around me. I sit in the Ice Garden to get a hint of this, this way that… — 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
Celia, wait,” Marco says, standing but not moving closer to her. “You are breaking my heart. You told me once that I… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
Widge can see the past." Poppet says suddenly. "That's why his stories are so good." "The past is easier," Widget says. "It's… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
Trapped in silence, Marco traces apologies and adorations across Celia's body with his tongue. Mutely expressing all the things he cannot speak… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
The silence that falls between them is a comfortable one. He longs to reach over and touch her, but he resists, fearful… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
I like to call it nighttime brain: the way your mind seems to function on a different frequency than it does during… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“Bedtime stories Eventide Rhapsodies Anthologies of Memory Please enter cautiously and feel free to open what is closed” — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“Even the ground beneath his feet feels unsatisfying to his boots.” — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“Behind him, the sheep, left to their own devices, decide to wander through the open gate into the field beyond.” — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
