Everything I have done, every change I have made to that circus, every impossible feat and astounding sight, I have done for her.

Only the ship is made of books, its sails thousands of overlapping pages, and the sea it floats upon is dark black ink.

The finest of pleasures are always the unexpected ones.

A woman I should like to think I know rather well and a woman I had always considered a mystery, are in fact the same person.

Secrets have power, and that power diminishes when they are shared, so they are best kept and kept well. Sharing secrets, real secrets, important ones, with even one other person, will change them.

You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone's soul

I worry hope will crush me, the way love has so many times before. Are they so different, hope and love? O & E in the same place, half of the other in each word. Both swimming in unknowns. I’ve been through the big changes. These ones should seem easier in comparison, I should be more prepared, but they don’t and I’m not. Sometimes I feel like a broken-wing butterfly, clinging to a window screen. Afraid to let go. Afraid to stay. Wondering how much wing is enough to fly.