The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not. Within the black-and-white striped canvas tents is an utterly unique experience full of breathtaking amazements. It is called Le Cirque des Rรชves, and it is only open at night.
Erin MorgensternHave you tried the cinnamon things?" Poppet asks. "They're rather new. What are they called, Widge?" "Fantastically delicious cinnamon things?
Erin MorgensternI suggest you keep your distance from her and concentrate on your own work.โ โIโm in love with her.โ โI am sorry to hear that,โ he says. โIt will make the challenge a great deal more difficult for you.โ โWe have been playing at this for more than a decade, when does it end?โ โIt ends when there is a victor.
Erin MorgensternThis is not magic. This is the way the world is, only very few people take the time to stop and note it.
Erin MorgensternYou can say anything with a Post-It. Iโm not entirely sure why that is. Maybe the friendliness of the squares makes it easier. A square is nicely compact and less intimidating than a full page. And they come in cheerful colors. Non-white paper is kind of inherently festive. Or maybe paper that sticks feels more important than paper that can blow away. (Though you can move them, if you need to put them somewhere else.) They might not be as lasting as words carved in stone, but Post-It thoughts will stay. For awhile, at least.
Erin MorgensternHe reads histories and mythologies and fairy tales, wondering why it seems that only girls are ever swept away from their mundane lives on farms by knights or princes or wolves. It strikes him as unfair to not have the same fanciful opportunity himself. And he is not in the position to do any rescuing of his own.
Erin Morgenstern