Quotes from Lev Grossman

For all that it was a party at Maude Chatwin's house, it was also just a party like any other party. There were pretty people and unpretty people, drunk people and undrunk people, people who didn't care what anybody thought about them and people standing in corners afraid to open their mouths lest somebody look directly at them.

sometimes God wants your son. sometimes He'll settle for a ram. PouncySilverkitten:

Wands out, Harry.

Puoi passare la vita ad aspettare momenti perfetti, ma a volte devi crearne uno.

It made Kate wonder how such a lazy, irresponsible person could've gotten his hands on all that money, but adults never explained contradictions like that. They only ever changed the subject.

His bedroom was the gilded, diamond-studded, pearl-encrusted rococo lair of a god-king.

Fate is coming whatever you do, so quit wriggling around, it's only making you look more ridiculous than you already do.

In case of Ragnarok break glass and play an E flat. Where's

They had a lead, a slim one, but it was a stretch to call it an adventure. It wasn't much to hang a quest on. They were trotting along in search of they didn't even really know what, and there was no way to speed up the process, if there even was a process. It was quixotic, was what it was. Not even that, it was sub-quixotic. My kingdom for a windmill to tilt at.

Jesus. Janet had to turn away. You only had to see a unicorn lay open the side of a centaur once, the ribcage flashing white when the ripped skin flopped down, to swear a mighty oath never to fuck with or even look at another unicorn again. I'm putting down the hearts and fluffy clouds and backing away slowly. Don't want any trouble here. You can have all the rainbows. It

People are very determined to see only what they can explain.

He hit terminal velocity and kept accelerating

He hit terminal velocity and kept accelerating, speed

Two-thirds of his collarbone, and most of his right shoulder and biceps, now appeared to be composed of a smooth, highly polished fruitwood

Fine. Better than most. But sadly for you there are many heads like it. One hundred. One thousand maybe.

Not even that, it was sub-quixotic. My kingdom for a windmill to tilt at.

When he was younger it seemed like the only time he wasn't afraid was when he was angry. He'd been so full of fear and self-doubt that the only way he could think of to be strong was to attack the world around him.

The others didn't welcome her with open arms, exactly. They weren't open-arms types. But there was respect there. She was geared up to prove herself all over again, since based on her life thus far she was used to having to prove herself to a new gang of assholes every six months or so. And she would have, she really would have. But they weren't going to make her. The proving was done with. The journey was the test, and she had arrived. She was in.

Fillory and the Chatwins and the fatal longings they represented had been her dark side and she'd tried to pretend they didn't exist. She'd wanted to have one side only, like a Möbius strip. A Möbius person. But that was a mistake. She was starting to suspect that facing up to the nightmare of the past is what gives you the power to build your future.

and in its way too much happiness was as dangerous as too much sadness.

Give a nerd enough time and a door he can close and he can figure out pretty much anything. "But

You want to know what it's like to be a demon? Imagine knowing, always and forever, that you are right, and that everyone and everything else is wrong.

Awesome axes," Josh said. "Where did you—" "Your mom gave them to me," Janet said. "After I fucked her." "Why—" "Because she enjoyed it so much." Not

The flaming ruins of a five-alarm sunset smoldered in the window behind her, which was currently pointing west. "It