597 Quotes by Erin Morgenstern

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    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.

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    A boy at the beginning of a story has no way of knowing that the story has begun.

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    It would not have been my choice for her, but a child should not have their choices dictated for them.

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    Do you ever think about how many stories are out there?′ she asks, placing a finger on the glass. ‘How many dramas are unfolding around us right at this very moment? I wonder how long a book you would need to record them. You’d probably need an entire library to hold a single evening in Manhattan. An hour. A minute.

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    Reading a book four times in one day is perfectly normal behavior... Having a physical response to a lack of book is not unusual.

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    Only the ship is made of books, its sails thousands of overlapping pages, and the sea it floats upon is dark black ink. Tiny lights hang across the sky, like tightly packed stars bright as sun. “I thought something vast would be nice after all the talk of confined spaces,” Marco says. Celia walks to the edge of the deck, running her hands along the spines of the books that form the rail. A soft breeze plays with her hair, bringing with it the mingling scent of dusty tomes and damp, rich ink.

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    A language you cannot speak yourself is not necessarily a god-awful mess,” Celia says, transcribing a line of symbols into her notebook.

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    Spiritual but not religious,” Zachary clarifies. He doesn’t say what he is thinking, which is that his church is held-breath story listening and late-night-concert ear-ringing rapture and perfect-boss fight-button pressing. That his religion is buried in the silence of freshly fallen snow, in a carefully crafted cocktail, in between the pages of a book somewhere after the beginning but before the ending.

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