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Erin Morgenstern

Erin Morgenstern (born July 8, 1978) is an American multimedia artist and the author of a successful fantasy novel, The Night Circus (2011). It was published in more than a dozen languages by 2013 and won the annual Locus Award for Best First Novel.

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I find I think of myself not as a writer so much as someone who provides a gateway, a tangential route for readers to reach the circus. To visit the circus again, if only in their minds, when they are unable to attend it physically. I relay it through printed words on crumpled newsprint, words that they can read again and again, returning to the circus whenever they wish, regardless of time of day or physical location. Transporting them at will. When put that way, it sounds rather like magic, doesn't it? p. 369

Magic, Physically, Printed Word, Reach, Readers, Thinking

Kelly Link is inimitable. Her stories are like nothing else, dark yet sparkling with her unique brand of fairy dust. This is the most marvelous kind of trouble to get in.

Dark, Dust, Like, Trouble, Unique

Is magic not enough to live for?

Enough, Live, Magic

The sensation reminds him of the first snow of winter, for those first few hours when everything is blanketed in white, soft and quiet.

Hours, Quiet, Reminds, Snow, White, Winter

Widge can see the past. " Poppet says suddenly. "That's why his stories are so good. " "The past is easier," Widget says. "It's already there. " "In the stars?" Bailey asks. "No. " Widget says. "On people. The past stays on you the way powdered sugar stays on fingers. Some people can get rid of it but it's still there, the events and t hings that pushed you to where you are now.

Events, Good, Hings, Past, People, Stars

I like to call it nighttime brain: the way your mind seems to function on a different frequency than it does during daylight hours - which can be good or bad but also can lead to unexpected epiphanies or experiences that wouldn't be the same at any other time of day.

Brain, Doe, Hours, Like, Mind

We cannot go backward,' Marco says. 'A great deal is not how it used to be.

Backward, Deal, Deals, Marcos, Says, Used

The boy spends most of his time reading. And writing, of course. He copies out sections of books, writes out words and symbols he does not understand at first but that become intimately familiar beneath his ink-stained fingers, formed again and again in increasingly steady lines.

Become, Book, Fingers, Intimately, Reading, Writing

I have you here, all around me. I sit in the Ice Garden to get a hint of this, this way that you make me feel. I felt it even before I knew who you were, and every time I think it could not possibly get any stronger, it does.

Garden, Ice, Think, Thinking, Way

The Cloud Maze. “ An Excursion in Dimension A Climb Though the Firmament; There Is No Beginning There Is No End Enter Where You Please Leave When You Wish Have No Fear of Falling

Clouds, Enter, Excursion, Fall, Though, Wish

Her father picks different names for her as they change locales, but he uses Miranda often, presumably because he knows how much it annoys her.

Change, Different, Father, Knows, Names, Picks

People are naive about such things, and they would rather write them off as evil than attempt to understand them. An unfortunate truth, but a truth nonetheless.

Attempt, Evil, People, Things, Write, Writing

You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone's soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose. That tale will move them and drive them and who knows that they might do because of it, because of your words. That is your role, your gift.

Blood, Moving, Role, Self, Soul

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

Bisexual, Dreamer, Think, Thinking, Wrong

Though I have seen a great deal of the sights, traveled a number of the available paths, there are always corners that remain unexplored, doors that remain unopened.

Corners, Doors, Numbers, Paths, Sight, Sights

I like to call it nighttime brain: the way your mind seems to function on a different frequency than it does during daylight hours - which can be good or bad but also can lead to unexpected epiphanies or experiences that wouldn't be the same at any other time of day.

Brain, Different, Doe, Experiences, Frequency, Mind

Marco knows he does not have the time to push her away, so he pulls her close, burying his face in her hair, his bowler hat torn from his head by the wind. . . . "Trust me," Celia whispers in his ear, and he stops fighting it, forgetting everything but her.

Fighting, Hair, Knows, Pulls, Time, Wind

You believe you could not live with the pain. Such pain is not lived with. It is only endured. I am sorry.

Believe, Endured, Pain, Sorry

Memories begin to creep forward from hidden corners of your mind. Passing disappointments. Lost chances and lost causes. Heartbreaks and pain and desolate, horrible loneliness. Sorrows you thought long forgotten mingle with still-fresh wounds.

Disappointment, Loneliness, Long, Memories, Pain, Passing

He turns and walks away, moving so quickly that the candle flames shiver with the motion of the air. “I miss you,” Isobel says as he leaves, but the sentiment is crushed by the clatter of the beaded curtain falling closed behind him.

Air, Clatter, Fall, Miss, Moving, Says

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