Not sure where I found this series by Lev Grossman. I read most of this on a road trip through Idaho. At first I thought I was reading a Harry Potter knockoff, but The Magicians quickly became its own unique ride. For a fantasy story of the world of magic, I found it very human. Very real-life and current.
Page 94: Standing there at the entrance to the passageway, looking around for stray vergers who might charge him with trespassing -- or worse, offer him spiritual guidance -- cars whooshing by in the street behind him, he had never felt so absolutely sure that he was delusional, that Brooklyn was the only reality there was, and that everything which had happened to him last year was just a fanboy hallucination, proof that the boredom of the real world had finally driven him totally and irreversibly out of his mind.
Page 147: "You know what I liked about being a goose?" Josh said. "Being able to crap wherever I wanted."
Page 210: No one would come right out and say it, but the worldwide magical ecology was suffering from a serious imbalance: too many magicians, not enough monsters.
Page 216: "... If there's a single lesson that life teaches us, it's that wishing doesn't make it so. ..." (Fogg)
Page 220: I got my heart's desire, he thought, and there my troubles began.
Page 228: Night after night Quentin would return home toward dawn, alone, deposited in front of his building by a solemn solitary cab like a hearse painted yellow, the street awash with blue light -- the delicate ultrasound radiance of the embryonic day.
Page 331: He'd started his little speech speaking normally and he had ended it shouting. In a way fighting like this was just like using magic. You said the words, and they altered the universe. By merely speaking you could create damage and pain, cause tears to fall, drive people away, make yourself feel better, make your life worse.
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