The Magician’s Land

If there was any magic in this world that was not magic, it was wine. She smelled wet hay from a tumbledown field in Tuscany in the early morning, after the sky turned light, but before the sun burned off the dew.

It didn’t matter where you were, if you were in a room full of books you were at least halfway home.

didn’t matter where you were, if you were in a room full of books you were at least halfway home.

She slammed the door behind them, then blasted out the blocking spell

Hate isn’t like love, it doesn’t end. It goes on forever. You can never get to the bottom of it. And it’s so pure, so unconditional!

But not even the end of the world was going to stop Janet from being a bitch. It was the principle of the thing.

death would be preferable to a life spent doing either the wrong thing or nothing at all

like tightly furled buds the words began to bloom and reveal the ideas locked inside them

Not everybody led a double life, but Quentin’s father had barely led a single one.

Maybe when you give up your dreams, you find out that there’s more to life than dreaming.