He spends the majority of the evening in the company of Celia Bowen, whose elaborate gown changes color, shifting through a rainbow of hues to compliment whoever she is closest to.

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

Sometimes I write what I can't paint, and I paint what I can't write. I use a different part of the brain.

It's not a real name," she says. "Not one that he's carried with him always. It's one he wears like his hat. So he can take it off if he wants.

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

Tarot is just stories on cards.

You told me love was fickle and fleeting.