Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

"But you built me dreams instead..."

"Follow your dreams Bailey. Be they Harvard or somehing else entirely. No matter what that father of yours says, or how loudly he might say it. He forgets that he was someone's dream once, himself"

"She turns her head, Bailey catches her eye, and she smiles at him. Not in the way that one smiles at a random member of the audience when one is in the middle of performing circus tricks with unusually talented kittens but in the way that one smiles when one recognizes someone they have not seen in some time."

"Only the ship is made of books, its sails thousands of overlapping pages, and the sea it floats upon is dark black ink."

"It is a matter of perspective, the difference between opponent and partner," Tsukiko says. "You step to the side and the same person can be either or both or something else entirely. It is difficult to know which face is true."

"Love is fickle and fleeting," Tsukiko continues. "It is rarely a solid foundation for decisions to be made upon, in any game."

"If she were gone I would be nothing. You should think better of yourself than to settle for that."

"I have tried to let you go and I cannot. I cannot stop thinking of you. I cannot stop dreaming about you."

"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 that they might do because of it, because of your words. That is your role, your gift."

"You will be fine,' the fortune teller says. 'There may be decisions to make and surprises in store. Life takes us to unexpected places sometimes. The future is never set in stone, remember that."

"Celia, wait,” Marco says, standing but not moving closer to her. “You are breaking my heart. You told me once that I reminded you of your father. That you never wanted to suffer the way your mother did for him, but you are doing exactly that to me. You keep leaving me. You leave me longing for you again and again when I would give anything for you to stay, and it is killing me.” “It has to kill one of us,” Celia says quietly."

"Do you remember all of your audiences" Marco asks. "Not all of them," Celia says. "But I remember the people who look at me the way you do."What way might that be"As though they cannot decide if they are afraid of me or they want to kiss me." I am not afraid of you," Marco says."