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I paint very messy. I throw paint around. So when I let myself do the same sort of thing with my writing, and I would just write and write and write and revise, that's when I found my rhythm in writing.

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Erin Morgenstern
Age: 46
Born: 1978
Born: July 8
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So it’s really best to keep your secrets when you have them, for their own good, as well as yours.
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Is it not that bad to be trapped somewhere, then? Depending on where you're trapped? I suppose it depends on how much you like the place you're trapped in, Widget says. And how much you like whoever you're stuck there with, Poppet adds, kicking his black boot with her white one.
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Why haven’t you asked me how I do my tricks?” Celia asks, once they have reached the point where she is certain he is not simply being polite about the matter. “Because I do not wish to know,” he says. “I prefer to remain unenlightened, to better remain in the dark.
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Misdirection is one of my strengths.
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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.
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The sensation reminds him of the first snow of winter, for those first few hours when everything is blanketed in white, soft and quiet.
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And there are never really endings, happy or otherwise. Things keep going on, they overlap and blur, your story is part of your sister's story is part of many other stories, and there is no telling where any of them may lead.
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