Something about the circus stirs their souls, and they ache for it when it is absent.
We must put effort and energy into anything we wish to change.
He spends the majority of the evening in the company of Celia Bowen, whose elaborate gown changes color, shifting through a rainbow of hues to compliment whoever she is closest to.
Wine is bottled poetry, he thinks.
The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not.
I’m an emotional sort of person in general and I have a vivid imagination, so I feel the whole spectrum of emotion strongly when I write.
Even the air feels different on Halloween, autumn-crisp and bright.
They say it’s darkest before the dawn, but it also tend to be quietest, and the quiet lets you hear yourself better.
The truest tales require time and familiarity to become what they are.
I like that ‘once upon a time’ quality, where the telling of a tale has an elevated sense of story. There’s a whimsical quality to it. Sometimes in fairy tales more things seem possible, even though often they’re real world based.
I mean only that I hope they find darkness or paradise without fear of it, if they can.
Secrets have power. And that power diminishes when they are shared, so they are best kept and kept well. Sharing secrets, real secrets, important ones, with even one other person, will change them. Writing them down is worse, because who can tell how many eyes might see them inscribed on paper, no matter how careful you might be with it. So it’s really best to keep your secrets when you have them, for their own good, as well as yours.
Strange, isn’t it? To love a book. When the words on the pages become so precious that they feel like part of your own history because they are. It’s nice to finally have someone read stories I know so intimately.
We are all stardust and stories.
Not all stories speak to all listeners, but all listeners can find a story that does, somewhere, sometime. In one form or another.
Everyone wants the stars. Everyone wishes to grasp that which exists out of reach. To hold the extraordinary in their hands and keep the remarkable in their pockets.
Be brave,” she says. “Be bold. Be loud. Never change for anyone but yourself. Any soul worth their star-stuff will take the whole package as is and however it grows. Don’t waste your time on anyone who doesn’t believe you when you tell them how you feel.
But the world is strange and endings are not truly endings no matter how the stars might wish it so.
A reading major, that’s what he wants. No response papers, no exams, no analysis, just the reading.
A boy at the beginning of a story has no way of knowing that the story has begun.