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.
Erin MorgensternYou send me all these roses. Every time I think the last bouquet has arrived, finally, another turns up. Iโm running out of vases. I didnโt know roses came in so many colors. You say theyโre the perfect symbols of love because they have thorns and love is pain. I say life is pain, highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something. And you donโt get it. You say you love me, but you donโt speak my language. You donโt even realize Iโm an orchid girl.
Erin MorgensternWhy havenโt you asked me how I do my tricks?โ Celia asks, once they have reached the point where she is certain he is not simply being polite about the matter. โBecause I do not wish to know,โ he says. โI prefer to remain unenlightened, to better remain in the dark.
Erin MorgensternTaking his time, as though he has all of it in the world, in the universe, from the days when tales meant more than they do now, but perhaps less than they will someday, he draws a breath that releases the tangled knot of words in his heart, and they fall from his lips effortlessly. "The circus arrives without warning.
Erin Morgenstern