"- I have spent a great deal of my life struggling to keep myself in control, said Celia, resting her head on his shoulder. To know myself inside and out, to keep everything in perfect order. I lose that when I'm with you. That frightens me and...
- I don't want you to be frightened, Marco interrupts her.
- It frightens me how much I like it, concludes Celia, turning her face toward him again. How tempting it is to lose myself in you. To surrender. To let you restrain me for breaking chandeliers rather than constantly take care of myself."
"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. Writing them down is worse, because who can tell how many eyes might see them inscribed on paper, no matter how careful you might be with it. So it's really best to keep your secrets when you have them, for their own good, as well as yours.
This is, in part, why there is less magic in the world today. Magic is secret and secrets are magic, after al and years upon years of teaching and sharing magic, or worse, writing it down in beautiful books that get all dusty with age, removed its power bit by bit. Perhaps it was unavoidable, but not compulsory. However everyone makes mistakes."
"This is not magic. This is the way the world is, only very few people take the time to stop and note it."
"Esse quam videri", Celia says. To be rather than to seem."
"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 the dream is."
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