Each of them always gravitating toward the other. Yet still they do not touch.

The circus arrives without warning.

I don't think there's anything wrong being a dreamer.

Do you remember all of your audiences?" Marco asks. "Not all of them," Celia says. "But I remember the people who look at me the way you do." "What way might that be?" "As though they cannot decide if they are afraid of me or they want to kiss me." " I am not afraid of you," Marco says.

The funeral is a quiet one, despite the number of mourners present. There are no sobs or flailing handkerchiefs. There is a smattering of color amongst the sea of traditional black. Even the light rain cannot push it down into the realms of despair. It rests instead in a space of thoughtful melancholy.

We are two different people, Ethan. Just because you could never decide which one of us you were in love with does not make us interchangeable.

Tarot is just stories on cards.