You look like a ghost," Bailey says. He can think of no better way to describe it. "You appear the same way to me, so which of us is real?
Erin MorgensternThere is so much that glows in the circus, from flames to lanterns to stars. I have heard the expression โtrick of the lightโ applied to sights within Le Cirque des Reves so frequently that I sometimes suspect the entirety of the circus is itself a complex illusion of illuminationโ .
Erin MorgensternI suppose there will never be a lack of things to say, of stories to be told and shared.
Erin MorgensternTaking his time, as though he has all of it in the world, in the universe, from the days when tales meant more than they do now, but perhaps less than they will someday, he draws a breath that releases the tangled knot of words in his heart, and they fall from his lips effortlessly. "The circus arrives without warning.
Erin MorgensternI don't have any particular rituals, I sometimes like to write in longhand when I'm searching for ideas but I do the vast majority by typing, I can't always keep up with my thoughts longhand. I'm not a coffee shop writer because I feel obliged to order more coffee and then I end up over-caffeinated.
Erin Morgenstern