The Night Circus

Magic is secret and secrets are magic

Wine is bottled poetry

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.

A label assigned to identify you either by this institution or your departed parents is neither of interest nor value to me

He forgets that he was someone’s dream once, himself.

“We must put effort and energy into anything we wish to change.”

narrative. There’s magic in that. It’s in the listener, and for each and every ear it will be different, and it will affect them in ways they can never predict. From the mundane to the profound. 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 what they might do because of it, because of your words.

Someone needs to tell those tales. When the battles are fought and won and lost, when the pirates find their treasures and the dragons eat their foes for breakfast with a nice cup of Lapsang souchong, someone needs to tell their bits of overlapping

I have had so much of you around me always and I have been unable to give you anything in return that you can keep.”

But you built me dreams instead,” Celia says, looking up at him. “And I built you tents you hardly ever see. I have had so much of you