“How'd you get so smart about all this love stuff, anyway?" "I write fucking romance novels, sweetie. I'm making it up as I go.” — Kimberly Kincaid Copy Share Image
“Clouds in Fillory weren’t clammy and disappointing the way they were in the real world, they brushed past you all warm and soft and cottony, just solid enough to be comforting. Fuck love, fuck marriage, fuck children, fuck fucking itself:… — Lev Grossman Copy Share Image
