The Magician King (The Magicians, #2)

by Lev Grossman

“I have a hard time believing that the history of the universe is being written by a talking rabbit,” Eliot said. “Though that would explain a lot.”

Though the funny thing about never being asked for anything is that after a while you start to feel like maybe you don’t have anything worth giving.

It was amazing what they would send you through the mail if you had a fake ID, a PayPal account, and a P.O. box. If this magic thing didn’t pan out she could definitely go into domestic terrorism.

“I never really took you for the faith-having kind,” Quentin said. “I didn’t either. But it’s worked out so far. We’ve got five of the seven keys. You can’t argue with results.” “You can’t,” Quentin said, “but that’s actually not the same thing as having faith.” “Why do you always try to ruin everything?” “I’m not ruining it. I just want to understand it.” “If you had faith you wouldn’t have to understand.”

“We’re getting close, Julia,” Pouncy said. “We’re getting close to the divine praxis. I can feel it.” “I don’t like feeling things,” she said. “I like knowing them.”