Erin Morgenstern Quotes

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.

Like stepping into a fairy tale under a curtain of stars.

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.

All empires fall eventually. It is the way of things.

The night that seemed endless hours before is now slipping through your fingers, ticking by as it falls into the past and pushes you towards the future.

I keep waiting for things to get back down to whelming, but they stay at overwhelming.

Timing is a sensitive thing.

Where do you get your ideas? people ask. Sometimes they’re at the bottoms of cups of tea. Sometimes they’re lurking in my shower. Sometimes they’re waiting patiently in glass cases in museums.

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.

Better to have a single perfect diamond than a sack of flawed stones.

I made a wish on this tree years ago," Marco says. "What did you wish for?" Bailey asks. Marco leans forward and whispers in Bailey's ear. "I wished for her.

It's a wonderful sort of feeling when people want to spend more time in a world you created.

You told me love was fickle and fleeting.

Each of them always gravitating toward the other. Yet still they do not touch.

Kelly Link is inimitable. Her stories are like nothing else, dark yet sparkling with her unique brand of fairy dust. This is the most marvelous kind of trouble to get in.

Once they were librarians, but that is a subject they will only discuss if heavily intoxicated.

It's not a real name," she says. "Not one that he's carried with him always. It's one he wears like his hat. So he can take it off if he wants.

We cannot go backward,' Marco says. 'A great deal is not how it used to be.

"I am already married," she remarks to the empty air, twisting the ring on her right hand that covers an sold, distinctive scar.

I am a fan of magic and fantasy, particularly when it's grounded in reality.

Natural talent is a questionable phenomenon. Inclination perhaps, but innate ability is extremely rare.

Her father picks different names for her as they change locales, but he uses Miranda often, presumably because he knows how much it annoys her.

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.

It is perhaps both a blessing and a curse that fictional worlds spring into my mind nearly fully formed and it takes quite a while to sift through everything to find the story.

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

Is magic not enough to live for?

And now, I'm a best selling author, a different sort of fairy tale that I still sometimes wonder when I'll wake up from.

I do not see as well without her. I do not hear as well without her. I do not feel as well without her. I would be better off without a hand or a leg than without my sister.

Comic-Con was crazy, good crazy... Five minutes after I'm done, the cast of 'Twilight' is where I was sitting.

It is destroying me that I cannot ask you to dance.

You need to understand your limitations so you can overcome them.

I think that's a hallmark of a really good story that it has readers that it speaks to more than others.

I think I get some of my love of adult books that can be fun from Douglas Adams.

Unusual yet beautiful. Provocative while remaining elegant.

Are we going to discuss whatever it is you are here to discuss instead of dancing around it?” he asks. “I was never a particularly good dancer.

Scent is often underestimated, when it can be the most evocative.

And then he tells her stories. Myths he learned from his instructor. Fantasies he created himself, inspired by bits and pieces of others read in archaic books with crackling spines.

Sometimes I write what I can't paint, and I paint what I can't write. I use a different part of the brain.

I tried to explain as much as I could," Poppet says. "I think I made an analogy about cake." "Well, that must have worked," Widget says. "Who doesn't like a good cake analogy?

The truest tales require time and familiarity to become what they are.

How are you managing to keep everyone from aging?” Celia asks after a while. “Very carefully,” Marco answers.

Trespassers Will Be Exsanguinated.

I do not like sitting idly by when something clearly isn't right. I feel... not trapped but something like it, and I don't know what to about.

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.

It is difficult to see a situation for what it is when you are in the midst of it,” Tsukiko says. “It is too familiar. Too comfortable.

People don’t pay much attention to anything unless you give them reason to

We lead strange lives, chasing our dreams around from place to place.

You look like a ghost," Bailey says. He can think of no better way to describe it. "You appear the same way to me, so which of us is real?

“Nothing's impossible,” Poppet responds. She smiles at him and jumps, her red hair trailing out behind her as she falls.