Anyway, the mood he was in, Quentin was willing to take any position on any subject with anybody if it meant he could pick a fight. - Lev Grossman

New York’s magical underground may have been limited, but the number and variety of its drinking establishments was prodigious.

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.

But now that the ripened fruit of all that preparation was right in front of him he suddenly lost any desire for it. He wasn’t surprised. He was used to this anticlimactic feeling, where by the time you’ve done all the work to get something you don’t even want it anymore. He had it all the time. It was one of the few things he could depend on.