Quotes from Lev Grossman

You know her parents are lawyers? Entertainment lawyers. Fantastically rich, huge house in Brentwood, working all the time, no discernible emotional life whatsoever.

but you'll never be ready. Not until you decide to be.

Quentin's scales, he couldn't help but notice in passing, were the shiny metallic blue of a bitchin' muscle car.

What was under all that armor, all that anger? More anger, and more armor. Anger and armor, all the way down.

She was used to doing a lot with a little. Now that she had a lot, she was going to work wonders with it. And she did.

What was so great about magic anyway, compared to love? Seriously, what?

Don't feel too bad about what humans have done," the mamba said with a gentleness in his voice that she'd never quite heard before. "Feeling guilty doesn't help anything anyway. Humans are animals doing what all animals do: surviving. It's just that you've done it too well, so well that now you have to become a new kind of animal, one who makes sure that all the others survive, too.

The room had the seedy, humiliated look of a bar seen in direct sunlight, sticky and thoroughly initialed by knife- and claw-wielding patrons. The floor was paved with old round millstones lightly covered with a scattering of straw, the chinks between them filled in with packed dirt. Neither

what was meaning anyway but a burden that weighed them down?

I think you're magicians because you're unhappy. A magician is strong because he feels pain. He feels the difference between what the world is and what he would make of it. Or what did you think that stuff in your chest was? A magician is strong because he hurts more than others. His wound is his strength.

But you could tell she was bursting with some terrible secret. And she had those things that one likes about magicians: she was disgustingly bright and rather sad and slightly askew. To tell you the truth I think one of the things we liked about her was that she reminded us of you.

No hay nada que le guste más a un adicto en recuperación que otro le cuente lo mal que lo pasó en los viejos tiempos y lo bajo que llegó a caer. Que empiece la fiesta.

All of 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

She still had her bad days, no question, when the black dog of depression sniffed her out and settled its crushing weight on her chest and breathed its pungent dog breath in her face.

cash was like a magic all its own: a way of turning one thing into another thing, producing something out of nothing, and he worked that magic all over town.

You never got a particularly nautically rigorous look at the Swift, but you nonetheless came away with a powerful impression of it: it was a plucky but cozy little vessel, elegant to look at but game in a fight, with sleek lines and glowing yellow portholes through which one glimpsed snug, shipshape cabins.

That was the thing about the world: it wasn't that things were harder than you thought they were going to be, it was that they were hard in ways that you didn't expect. To

Neither a child nor an adult, neither innocent nor wise. Perhaps that is what a monster is.

Nothing made you feel more like a fucking sorcerer than aviating under your own power. Yippee ki-yay, motherfuckers. Up

It didn't matter where you were, if you were in a room full of books you were at least halfway home. The

a bunch of depressed, overeducated shut-ins, but they seemed human to her.

It was always buzzing and singing and glowing and sparking to no particular purpose. Magic was decidedly imperfect. But the really funny thing, she thought, was that if it were perfect, it wouldn't be so beautiful. On

She was their witch queen, and they adored her.

The centaurs regarded Quentin with pity nicely tempered by a near-total lack of interest. Also, they seemed to be constantly afraid that he was going to tip over. None