“Have you ever thought about it, about simply leaving? Really, truly thought about it with the intent to follow through and not as a dream or a passing fancy?”

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

“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 appreciate the dark.”

“Marco:I have tried to let you go and I cannot.I cannot stop thinking of you.I cannot stop dreaming about you.Do you not feel the same for me?Celia:I do.I have you here, all around me.I sit in the Ice Garden to get a hint of this, this way that you make me feel.I felt it even before I knew who you were, and every time I think it could not possibly get any stronger, IT DOES.”

“Memories begin to creep forward from hidden corners of your mind. Passing disappointments. Lost chances and lost causes. Heartbreaks and pain and desolate, horrible loneliness. Sorrows you thought long forgotten mingle with still-fresh wounds.”

“Something about the circus stirs their souls, and they ache for it when it is absent.”

“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”