I keep waiting for things to get back down to whelming, but they stay at overwhelming.
The circus looks abandoned and empty. But you think perhaps you can smell caramel wafting through the evening breeze, beneath the crisp scent of the autumn leaves. A subtle sweetness at the edges of the cold.
It is destroying me that I cannot ask you to dance.
I think that’s a hallmark of a really good story that it has readers that it speaks to more than others.
We lead strange lives, chasing our dreams around from place to place.
I don’t always write in order, so composing multi-book stories could get complicated.
You prefer not to see the gears of the clock, as to better tell time.
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.
So it’s really best to keep your secrets when you have them, for their own good, as well as yours.
Everything I have done, every change I have made to that circus, every impossible feat and astounding sight, I have done for her.
The circus itself is my personal ideal entertainment venue.
I binge write. I think it’s because I started seriously writing by participating in National Novel Writing Month, an online-based challenge to write 50,000 words in 30 days.
The Burgess sisters arrived together. Tara and Lainie do a little bit of everything. Sometimes dancers, sometimes actresses. Once they were librarians, but that is a subject they will only discuss if heavily intoxicated.
That’s the beauty of it. Have you seen the contraptions these magicians build to accomplish the most mundane feats? They are a bunch of fish covered in feathers trying to convince the public they can fly, I am simply a bird in their midst.
I am haunted by the ghost of my father, I think that should allow me to quote Hamlet as much as I please.
Natural talent is a questionable phenomenon. Inclination perhaps, but innate ability is extremely rare.
The past stays on you the way powdered sugar stays on your fingers. Some people can get rid of it but it’s still there, the events and things that pushed you to where you are now.
I am tired of trying to hold things together that cannot be held.
He remembers when he was very small his mother once said she wished happiness and adventure for him. If this does not count as adventure, he is not sure what does.
We are two different people, Ethan. Just because you could never decide which one of us you were in love with does not make us interchangeable.