circus

We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities. We are eaten up by nothing.

I haven't had a stationary home since going with the circus, but since my parents lived in Lafayette about 25 years ago and my sister lives here now, I always claim it as home.

I'm a street photographer, but I'm interested in any ironic, whimsical images, and there's something very romantic about a circus.

This circus that's advertised to show and furnish a little amusement for us heathens is owned by a woman, one whose pluck catches my sympathy every time.

I dress well. I travel; I seem to be relatively glamorous for a film guy - which, to me, is like being the fastest midget in the circus.

Time is a circus, always packing up and moving away.

In Roslyn, Pennsylvania, we started our real-life family circus. They provided the inspiration for my cartoons. I provided the perspiration.

Keep the circus going inside you, keep it going, don't take anything too seriously, it'll all work out in the end.

Next to a circus there ain't nothing that packs up and tears out faster than the Christmas spirit.

The attraction of the virtuoso for the public is very like that of the circus for the crowd. There is always the hope that something dangerous will happen.

Alecto_ what do you think would happen if people found out about you? Your abilities, your life, Mearth__ super 8 films, those powers of yours_ how would they react?___ don__ know,_ said Alecto, __ut ordinary people like a show, especially when it__ a disturbing one. They enjoy seeing misery_ probably because it allows them to pretend that they themselves are not so miserable, too. Also, they would probably find out about you, how you know about Personifications, how you saw the films_ they would put us in cages and throw peanuts at us, I guess.___ll joking aside, Alecto.___ho is joking, Mandy Valems?

Taking a couple short backup swigs, Flint__ crippling headache started to release its grip, sort of the way he imagined an octopus would release an inedible bowling ball.

What's this?" he inquired, none too pleasantly. "A circus?""No, Julius. It's the end of the circus.""I see. And these are the clowns?"Foaly's head poked through the doorway."Pardon me for interrupting your extended circus metaphor, but what the hell is that?

I unconsciously decided that, even if it wasn't an ideal world, it should be so and painted only the ideal aspects of it - pictures in which there are no drunken slatterns or self-centered mothers . . . only foxy grandpas who played baseball with kids and boys who fished from logs and got up circuses in the back yard.

His tongue swirls against my skin, and I gasp. His voice rough with passion, he rasps, "You're living fire. I burn.

Next to a circus there ain't nothing that packs up and tears out any quicker than the Christmas spirit

Maybe they were born of karma, their own or their parents', Zack thought; maybe the universe had a purpose for them, and they were what they were because the world needed them to be that way.

It was a year ago today your daughter went missing._ Bagg had closed his eyes, feeling the death going on inside.