Quotes from Lev Grossman

When he counted his change, he found only coins from the year he was born.

I suppose," Quentin said slowly, "you're going to say that that is a being of sublime beauty and power, and he only looks like that because my fallen mortal eyes are incapable of perceiving his true magnificence." "No. We think that's actually pretty much it.

It didn't matter where you were, if you were in a room full of books you were at least half-way home

I'll just get my things" "I understand." "Actually I haven't got any things.

Use magic in anger, and you will harm yourself much more quickly than you will harm your adversary.

credulity that was being tested. A fat man with red

I want you to know that I mean it in the kindest possible way when I say that you are being the most unbelievable pussy.

Nothing a recovering addict likes more than a tale of how bad it had been in the old days, and how low a fellow addict had sunk.

I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than did ever plummet sound I'll drown my book. —William Shakespeare, The Tempest

quieter and more intense

But what good was greatness if you didn't love?

It was pretty clear to him now that if she'd ever loved him, back then, it wasn't just the person he was, it was for the person that might one day become. Maybe that's who he was now.

The end of the world is coming, and I should really be there for that." "Sure,

it was all behind him, and all that was left was one short street leading straight out of town.

He wasn't very far from the bitter, angry teenager he'd been in Brooklyn, before this all started, and thank God for that. But the funny thing was that after all this time he still didn't think that that miserable teenager had been wrong. He didn't disagree with him -he still felt solidarity with him in major points

They spent the rest of that afternoon together. Maybe he felt guilty for giving Quentin the cigarette, or maybe Eliot had decided that the tedium of solitude was ever so slightly greater than the tedium of Quentin's company. Maybe he just needed a straight man. He

When he watched TV, all he saw was an image of his own face, with a mysterious empty city in the background.

The sidewalk wasn't quite wide enough, so Quentin trailed after them, like a sulky child.

Most people carry that pain around inside them their whole lives, until they kill the pain by other means, or until it kills them. But you, my friends, you found another way: a way to use the pain. To burn it as fuel, for light and warmth. You have learned to break the world that has tried to break you." Quentin's

The silver years of the Chatwins are long ago now, and the years since have been forged from baser metals.

What's wrong with lying?... A lie is a blow to the tyranny of fact.

The problem with growing up," Quentin said, "is that once you're grown up, people who aren't grown up aren't fun anymore.

We're all ghosts here, you just don't look like one yet.

We hunt the White Stag, like Quentin did. We catch it or shoot it or whatever you do with it. We get three wishes. We wish Fillory would last forever and not die. Done. Mischief managed." Eliot