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. On those days she called in… — Lev Grossman Copy Share Image
His crush went from exciting to depressing, as if he'd gone from the first blush of infatuation to the terminal nostalgia of a former lover without even the temporary relief of an actual relationship in between. — Lev Grossman Copy Share Image
We're wired to expect the world to be brighter and more meaningful and more obviously interesting than it actually is. And when we realize… — Lev Grossman Copy Share Image
“He was going to sign the papers and he was going to be a motherfucking magician.” — Lev Grossman Copy Share Image
“Being brave was easy when you would rather die than give up. Fatigue meant nothing when you actually wanted to suffer.” — Lev Grossman Copy Share Image
“He wasn't in a safe little story where wrongs were automatically righted; he was still in the real world, where bad bitter things happened… — Lev Grossman Copy Share Image
I love rare books. Not that I own a lot of them, mind you. You couldn't quite call me a rare-book collector. But I… — Lev Grossman Copy Share Image
By now he had learned enough to know that when he was getting annoyed at somebody else, it was usually because there was something… — Lev Grossman Copy Share Image
About as close you can get to the perfect cerebral thriller: searingly smart, ridiculously funny, and fast as hell... I defy anybody to read… — Lev Grossman Copy Share Image
“It's true," Eliot said. "Statistically, historically, and however else you want to look at it, you are almost never right. A monkey making life… — Lev Grossman Copy Share Image
“God, I hope we don’t have to use that,” was all he said out loud. “Oh, come on, Quentina. We’re not looking for trouble.… — Lev Grossman Copy Share Image
