“The stillness of the tent becomes a quiet melancholy. 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. The stone feels heavier in your hand. When you drop it in the pool to join the rest of the stones, you feel lighter. As though you have released something more than a smooth polished piece of rock.” The Night Circus Author:Erin Morgenstein
“- Por qué no me has preguntado cómo realizo mis trucos? - Porque no deseo saberlo. Prefiero que no me ilumines con ese saber, para apreciar mejor la oscuridad.” The Night Circus Author:Erin Morgenstein