Quotes from Lev Grossman

He had a goatee that was maybe growing into something that was more than a goatee, which made him look like an angry barista at an indie coffee shop whose dreams of becoming a successful screenwriter were dwindling by the hour.

That's it?" "That's it. And then you jump in. It's all just tradition. I mean,

They think i'm at a special school for computer geeks and homosexuals.

Nothing happened, then broke Poppys hand the smoth surface like the Lady in the lake, except thst the hand, instead of holding a magical sword, in this case only did a big, entusiastic thumb up-sign

Living in a castle is objectively romantic.

I never went back to my room. I took the Fung Wah bus from South Station.

Historical seen, said Alice, people have almost always have whrong when they have said that.

You didn't get the quest you wanted, you got the one you could do.

And totaly ordinary speaking horses.

He'd spent too long being disappointed by the world—he'd spent so many years pining for something like this, some proof that the real world wasn't the only world, and coping with the overwhelming evidence that it in fact was. He wasn't going to be suckered in just like that. It was like finding a clue that somebody you'd buried and mourned wasn't really dead after all.

It was too easy, and he'd had enough of doing things the easy way.

Julia picked at her food, managing a bite every few minutes, like her body was an unloved pet that she was being forced to babysit.

She lay there thinking, on the rich, wet graveyard grass, before the tomb of some random parishioner—Beloved Son, Husband, Father—and what she thought was this: she'd been right about almost everything. She'd gotten nearly full marks. A minus again. Blew only one question. Here's the one thing I got wrong, she thought. I thought that they could never wear me down.

it's like he's opening the covers of a book, but a book that did what books always promised to do and never actually quite did: get you out, really out, of where you were and into somewhere better.

The situation wasn't ideal. But it was what she had to work with, so she would work with it. She was a tough one,

You just had to get some idea of what matters and what doesn't, and how much, and try not to be scared of the stuff that doesn't. Put it in perspective. Something like that. Or otherwise what was the point?

Lots of people say they've talked to dragons, but it's very hard to verify. Supposedly the Thames dragon wrote most of Pink Floyd's stuff. At least after

But it wasn't going to kill him. It wasn't sexy, but it was real, and that was what mattered now. No more fantasies—that was life after Fillory.

The library committee had an epic secret meeting about the ethics of literary eugenics which ended in a furious deadlock.

Quentin did a magic trick. Nobody noticed.

fairies thought all this military stuff was pretty silly, but they went along with it for the same reason that fairies ever did anything, namely, for the lulz.

She'd been in math classes with Quentin since they were ten years old, and anything he could do she could do just as well, backward and in high heels if necessary.

it just confirmed his belief that his real life, the life he should be living, had been mislaid through some clerical error by the cosmic bureaucracy.

who hadn't at some point in his life wanted to climb to the top of a sailing ship in full flight?