They grew fat and happy--the horses, not the children, or Marlena for that matter.

With a secret like that, at some point the secret itself becomes irrelevant. The fact that you kept it does not.

Then I lie down on the horse blanket and drift into a dream about Marlena that will probably cost me my soul.

Why the hell shouldn't I run away with the circus?

I look after those who look after me." He smacks his lips, stares at me, and adds, "I also look after those who don't." - Sara Gruen (Water for Elephants)

Being the survivor stinks.

I was always searching, always seeking the next big thing, because that was the thing that was going to make everything all right again. And while I was working toward it, it gave me something to think about other than that thing I couldn't put my finger on. But it always came back.