Земля волшебника

Книги все такие: улица с односторонним движением. Прочитав их, уже не рассчитаешь.

Если и есть в этом мире немагическая магия, то это вино.

No, it was that Fillory was cruel, as cruel in its was as the real world was. There was no difference, though we all pretended there was. There was nothing fair about Fillory, just as there was nothing fair about people's fathers going to war, and their mothers going mad, and the way we among other animals were cursed with a longing for somewhere better, somewhere that never existed and never would. Fillory was no better than our world. It was just prettier.

When the pier was in sight she drew the crossed axes from her back.

“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.”

Not her best work maybe, but they couldn’t all be winners. And she really didn’t feel like telling that story again.

Guy lives in a fantasy world without junk food or cars or trans fats or TV and he’s still fat. You had to admire his dedication to the cause

You know what they used to write on cannons? The last argument of kings. I guess you could say magic is the last argument of queens.

- What's the fasted migratory bird on Earth?

• An airplane?
• Whatever. You are like the bullshittest magician ever

Sometimes Plum wondered if there was a way to use her discipline to hide not just things but words, facts, names, feelings. Hide them so well so even she coulnd'n find them. What she wanted was to hide herself from herself. But she couldn't. That was stupid

Fuck love, fuck marriage, fuck children, fuck fucking itself: this was his romance, this fantasy land at whose helm he sat, steering it on and on into the future, world without end, until he died and tastefully idealized statues were made of him. It was all he needed. It was all he would ever need.

Fillory wasn’t the same without him. Nobody loved Fillory the way Quentin did, not even its High King. Nobody understood it like he did. Nobody enjoyed it like he did, and nobody could troubleshoot it like him when things went south