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.”

MARCO STANDS BENEATH THE WISHING TREE, watching as the candles come alight along the branches.

A moment later, Celia reappears at his side.

“Did it work?” he asks. “Please, tell me that it worked.”

In response, she kisses him the way he once kissed her in the middle of a crowded ballroom.

As though they are the only two people in the world

You’re in the right place at the right time, and you care enough to do what needs to be done. Sometimes that’s enough.”

THEY STAND ENTWINED, each unwilling to release the other.

“I couldn’t let you do it,” Celia says. “I couldn’t let you go.”

“What did you do?” Marco asks. He is still not entirely certain he understands what has happened.

The breaking is the easy part, Celia realizes.

The pulling back together is the problem.