Quotes from Lev Grossman

He showed her a wonderful garden, where all the thoughts and feelings that had ever been thought and felt existed in the form of plants, blooming and green as they passed through people's minds and lived in their hearts, and then drying up and turning brown and crisp as they passed out of mind, sometimes to bloom again in another season, sometimes gone forever.

It made Janet want to puke just watching her. And she wasn't even pregnant.

It's time to live with what we have and mourn what we lost.

You can't just decide to be happy." "No, you can't. But you can sure as hell decide to be miserable.

The ones who go around knocking on doors and looking for clues never find the thing, the Grail or whatever it is. It's more a matter of having the right attitude.

He could have eked out his sad wasted life with movies and books and masturbation and alcohol like everybody else. He would never have known the horror of really getting what he thought he wanted.

Without those hairless chinny apes, there might not be any invasive species at all.

They were joined by Julia, who kept her sunglasses on and ate only marmite, straight from the jar, which if anything seemed like further proof of her declining humanity.

The trick was just not wanting anything. That was power. That was courage: the courage not to love anyone or hope for anything. The funny thing about it was how easy everything got, when nothing mattered.

or maybe Eliot had decided that the tedium of solitude was ever so slightly greater than the tedium of Quentin's company.

And now we are going to put our Jimmy Choo so far up your ass, your going to taste next season.

Chop chop. I'm literally losing the will to live." —Eliot

I think she was from Connecticut, but not fancy Connecticut, with the money and the Kennedy cousins and the Lyme disease. I think she was from New Haven, or Bridgeport.

It was so much easier to be angry. Being angry made him feel strong, even though—and this contradiction did nothing to diminish his anger—he was angry only because his position was so weak.

Men han ville ogärna vara orsaken till att någon dog. Det här var inte Tolkien - de var inga orker, troll, jättespindlar eller andra onda varelser som det stod en fritt att begå massmord på utan besvärliga komplikationer. Orker hade inte fru och barn pch en bakgrundshistoria.

he'd learned the secret of a richer, more powerful adult rage. "It isn't how it was! It never will be again! They changed the rules on us, so as far as I'm concerned all bets are off." He cinched his belt tight. "If They apologized, if They showed

The smell of life." "The smell of farts.

I was perfectly happy where I was, deliquescing, atom by atom, amid a riot of luxury.

She ruminated, again, on the eternal return, the widening gyre, that seemed to govern human history. There is a tide in the affairs of men. A slack tide, that heaves up wrack and slime and rotting seaweed and deposits them on the sand, like a cat leaving the corpse of a rat on your doorstep. Then it slinks back in search of more.

Every morning he woke up it seemed impossible that he could ever consume another drop of alcohol, but that conviction had always evaporated by 5 o'clock in the afternoon.

Language and reality are kept strictly apart—reality is tough, unyielding stuff, and it doesn't care what you think or feel or say about it. Or it shouldn't.

Quentin went to work on a bitter single malt Scotch that tasted like it had been decanted through the stump of an oak tree that had been killed by lightning.

Time was defined by change, and very little changed for a blue whale. He noticed everything but was concerned with nothing.

The librarian had imagined he could summon a given book to perch on his hand just by shouting out its call number, but in actuality they were just too willful, and some were actively predatory. The