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Lev Grossman Famous Quotes & Sayings
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Would have to find something else, he thought mazily. Something new. Couldn't stay here anymore. Couldn't go back. Only forward.
Josh speculated about the hypothetical contents of an imaginary porn magazine for intelligent trees that would be entitled Enthouse.
I've stayed in houses that were in the country, and in England, but I'm still not sure that I've stayed in an English country house.
The beginning, the laying down of the fundamentals, was always the worst part, which he supposed was why so few people did it.
He was in the right place. He was living his best life. How many other people in the multiverse could say that?
But the thing about monsters was, you couldn't talk to them about it, because they wouldn't admit they were monsters in the first place.
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.
The flaming ruins of a five-alarm sunset smoldered in the window behind her, which was currently pointing west. "It
She was the most beautiful, terrible thing he'd ever seen, like an acetylene flame, an incandescent filament, a fallen star right in front of him.
We among all animals were cursed with a longing for somewhere better, somewhere that never existed and never would.
But not even the end of the world was going to stop Janet from being a bitch. It was the principle of the thing.
He had reached the outer limits of what Fun, capital F, could do for him. The cost was way too high, the returns pitifully inadequate.
Sometimes you just have to do things, Quentin," Julia said, as he climbed on board after her. "You spend too much of your time waiting.
It would be like Prospero's island, but in a good way: not a country of exile, a model world, safe and peaceful and private. A magician's land.
He was experimenting cautiously with the idea of being happy, dipping an uncertain toe into those intoxicatingly carbonated waters.
The problem with growing up is that once you're grown up, the people who aren't grown up aren't fun anymore.
If my generation is remembered for anything, it will be as the last one that remembers the world before the Internet.
The real problem with being around James was that he was always the hero. And what did that make you? Either the sidekick or the villain.
Quentin's conversations with his parents were so circular and self-defeating, they sounded like experimental theater.
Nothing made you feel more like a fucking sorcerer than aviating under your own power. Yippee ki-yay, motherfuckers.
Tomorrow I'll take you out to see the gold beetles. They're amazing: they eat dirt and poop out gold ore.
Maybe she was crazy, but she wasn't stupid. She'd seen Terminator 2. She wasn't going out like Sarah Connor.
Supposedly the Thames dragon wrote most of Pink Floyd's stuff. At least after Syd Barrett left. But there's no way to prove it.
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,
Plum guessed it stood to reason that out of all these billions of books at least one of them had to be dragon porn.
Free Trader Beowulf - you had to be at least forty and a recovering pen-and-paper role-playing-gamer to get the reference, but it was apt. Google it.
Magic, Quentin discovered, wasn't romantic at all. It was grim and repetitive and deceptive. And he worked his ass off and became very good at it.
I'm happy to report that 'The New Press' is still in business to this day. But not thanks to me. I was a really bad publishing intern.
Everybody's forgiven you but you. And you are so far behind us." "You might be surprised about that.
Maybe this was one of those times when being a hero didn't involve looking particularly brave. It was just doing what you should.
Labyrinths were old sorcery, and subtle: good for recharging one's magical resources when they were running low.
Whoever that hermit was, he obviously despised his fellow man, and that meant he was OK in Eliot's book.
Maybe he was the anti-Santa, of the South Pole, and he was going to show them where the elves made lumps of coal for Anti-Christmas.
He's so happy," Eliot said dryly. "It's like he cooked something and it came out looking like the picture in the cookbook.
What surprised me about 'The Casual Vacancy' was not just how good it was, but the particular way in which it was good.
The danger would be going back, or staying still. The only way out was through. The past was ruins, but the present was still in play.
Plover's words were like dried flowers, stiff and crumbling, crushed flat between pages, when we'd had the living, blooming blossoms all around
The trick was just not wanting anything. That was power. That was courage: the courage not to love anyone or hope for anything.
Happiness was a real, actual, achievable possibility. It came when you called. Or no, it never left you in the first place. They
In real life humans didn't slay giants, because it was impossible. It would be like killing an apartment building with your bare hands.
Some people need their families to become who they're supposed to be. And there's nothing wrong with that. But there are other ways to do it.
Never risking anything meant never having or doing or being anything either. Life is risk, it turned out.
No one gets punished for anything. We do whatever we want, and that's all we do, and nobody stops us, and nobody cares.
Escapism has value, even if I don't know what its value is, exactly. Maybe it's just part of some healthy way that we deal with the world.
That was magic for you, right? The thing about magic, the real kind: it didn't make excuses, and it was never funny.
Now he had answers, but they weren't doing what answers were supposed to do: they weren't making things simpler or easier. They weren't helping.