The quietness of it was weird: real fights happened without a sound track.
Most people carry that pain around inside them their whole lives, until they kill the pain by other means, or until it kills them. But you, my friends, you found another way: a way to use the pain. To burn it as fuel, for light and warmth. You have learned to break the world that has tried to break you. Quentin's.
The air was quiet and still. It felt weird to be standing on solid ground again. Worst away team ever, Josh said, wading up onto land. Not a single redshirt.
He looked like a child who had been slightly misdelivered, with some subpar forceps handling by the attending.
What about Josh? he croaked. Go ask him. He's got another project. Janet rolled her eyes. He thinks he can use the Neitherlands to get to Middle-earth. He honestly believes he's going to bone an elf.
When I left college I thought - based on a staggeringly inadequate understanding of how the world worked - that I might like to go into book publishing.
When he watched TV, all he saw was an image of his own face, with a mysterious empty city in the background.
He wished he could tell him that none of it was going to turn out anything like the way he hoped, but that everything was going to be all right anyway. It was hard to explain, but he would see.
But being in the middle of it, it wasn't that obvious.
My specialty as a collector is books that almost have value. When I love a book, I don't buy the first edition, because those have become incredibly expensive. But I might buy a beat-up copy of the second edition, third printing, which looks almost exactly the same as the first edition except that a couple of typos have been fixed.
The others were conspicuously silent, or talked among themselves, elaborately play-acting that they were unaware of the fact that Quentin was conversing with a drunk magic bear.
I've stayed in houses that were in the country, and in England, but I'm still not sure that I've stayed in an English country house.
The gods were great, but what good was greatness if you didn't love?
That's how you roll when you're a secret teenage magician.
That was magic for you, right? The thing about magic, the real kind: it didn't make excuses, and it was never funny.
And if you tell him you saw me smoking, I will banish you to the lowest circle of hell. Which I've never been there, but if even half of what I hear is true it's almost as bad as Brooklyn. Eliot.
There must still be some last invisible unbroken strand connecting them, something deeper than mourning. The wound had healed but the scar wouldn't fade, not quite.
It was strange to be naked in front of anybody. It was like that cold water out there in the bay: scary, you didn't think you could stand it, but then you plunged in and pretty soon you got used to it. There was enough hiding in life. Sometimes you just wanted to show somebody your tits.
You can't just decide to be happy. No, you can't. But you can sure as hell decide to be miserable.
The past was ruins, but the present was still in play. They would have to tie him down to keep him from going to Ember's Tomb.
Quentin's scales, he couldn't help but notice in passing, were the shiny metallic blue of a bitchin' muscle car.