597 Quotes by Erin Morgenstern

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

He tells her about moving from place to place to place and never feeling like he ever belonged in any of them, how wherever he was he would almost always rather be someplace else, preferably somewhere fictional. He tells her how he worries that none of it means anything.

There’s magic in that. It’s in the listener, and for each and every ear it will be different, and it will affect them in ways they can never predict. From the mundane to the profound. You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone’s soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose.

The chocolates are shaped like mice, with almond ears and licorice tails.

This is not where our story ends, he writes. This is only where it changes.

There are tents, I am certain, that I have not discovered in my many visits to the circus. Though I have seen a great deal of the sights, traveled a number of the available paths, there are always corners that remain unexplored, doors that remain unopened.” -Friedrick Thiessen, 1896.

What’s the difference between a door and a cage? Between not yet and too late?

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.

Now in this space the days and nights pass differently. Strangely, slowly. Languid and luscious.