Something about the circus stirs their souls, and they ache for it when it is absent.

Where do you get your ideas? people ask. Sometimes they’re at the bottoms of cups of tea. Sometimes they’re lurking in my shower. Sometimes they’re waiting patiently in glass cases in museums.

I'm a firm believer that lighting affects mood, and twinkly lights on strings bring something magical to occasions ranging from concerts to weddings, though I'm fond of using them as year-round home decor. There's a reason why they're sometimes called fairy lights. When the night is right, there aren't any strings at all.

The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not.

You're in the right place at the right time, and you care enough to do what needs to be done. Sometimes that's enough.

It's a wonderful sort of feeling when people want to spend more time in a world you created.

I have tried to let you go and I cannot. I cannot stop thinking of you. I cannot stop dreaming about you.