Erin Morgenstern
Erin Morgenstern
Erin Morgensternis an American multimedia artist and the author of a successful fantasy novel, The Night Circus. It was published in more than a dozen languages by 2013 and won the annual Locus Award for Best First Novel...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth8 July 1978
CountryUnited States of America
nice writing careers
It's helpful for me to get ideas - the physical action of painting. Sometimes it frees up your writer brain. It's nice for me now that the writing has become a serious career that painting can become more like a hobby.
misdirection
Misdirection is one of my strengths,
celia seems
Esse quam videri," Celia says. "To be, rather than to seem.
winter white snow
The sensation reminds him of the first snow of winter, for those first few hours when everything is blanketed in white, soft and quiet.
princess way affair
I have had affairs that lasted decades and others that lasted for hours. I have loved princesses and peasants. And I suppose they loved me, each in their way.
stars light sight
There is so much that glows in the circus, from flames to lanterns to stars. I have heard the expression “trick of the light” applied to sights within Le Cirque des Reves so frequently that I sometimes suspect the entirety of the circus is itself a complex illusion of illumination” .
never-ending
And there are really never endings, happy or otherwise.
overcoming needs limitation
You need to understand your limitations so you can overcome them.
stars past people
Widge can see the past." Poppet says suddenly. "That's why his stories are so good." "The past is easier," Widget says. "It's already there." "In the stars?" Bailey asks. "No." Widget says. "On people. The past stays on you the way powdered sugar stays on fingers. Some people can get rid of it but it's still there, the events and t hings that pushed you to where you are now.
dream forget
He forgets that he was someone's dream once, himself.
years tree wish
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.
dream garden ice
Which tent is your favourite?" he asks. "The Ice Garden," Celia answers, without even pausing to consider. "Why is that?" Marco asks. "Because of the way it feels," she says. "It's like walking into a dream. As though it is someplace else entirely and not simply another tent...
father thinking ghost
I am haunted by the ghost of my father, I think that should allow me to quote Hamlet as much as I please.
dream thinking circus
You think, as you walk away from Le Cirque des Rêves and into the creeping dawn, that you felt more awake within the confines of the circus. You are no longer quite certain which side of the fence is the dream.