Trapped in silence, Marco traces apologies and adorations across Celia's body with his tongue. Mutely expressing all the things he cannot speak aloud. He finds other ways to tell her, his fingers leaving faint trails of ink in their wake. He savors every sound he elicits from her. The entire room trembles as they come together. And though there are a great many fragile objects contained within it, nothing breaks.
Erin MorgensternThis is not magic. This is the way the world is, only very few people take the time to stop and note it.
Erin MorgensternI don;t think there's anything wrong with being a dreamer. There is not. But dreams have ways of turning into nightmares.
Erin MorgensternIt is a matter of perspective, the difference between opponent and partner," Tsukiko says. "You step to the side and the same person can be either or both or something else entirely. It is difficult to know which face is true.
Erin MorgensternA 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.
Erin Morgenstern