Lev Grossman
Lev Grossman (born June 26, 1969) is an American novelist and journalist.
Quotes
[edit]- Page numbers from the trade paperback second edition, published by St. Martin's Griffin, ISBN 978-1-250-09237-3, September 2016 (first printing)
- You know what women are like? They’re like those long, skinny blocks you get in Tetris, the ones made out of four blocks straight in a row. First when you need them you can’t get any, then when you don’t need them anymore they’re fucking everywhere and you don’t know what to do with them.
- Chapter 2 (p. 33)
- “Maybe he was lying,” Peters said.
“Lie is a blow to the tyranny of fact,” Hollis said….
“I think lies are good,” he said. “People should lie more. Lies are like these little peepholes into a better world.”- Chapter 3 (pp. 47-48; ellipsis represents the elision of one sentence of description)
- “If there’s a bright side to the galaxy,” Peter said, more or less aimlessly, “we’re on the planet that’s farthest from it.”
- Chapter 3 (p. 49)
- “A Man, a Plan, a Bacchanal: Anomie,” said Peters, grandly.
- Chapter 3 (p. 52; parodying the well-known palindrome: a man, a plan, a canal: Panama)
- “I was just getting comfortable,” she said. “Gimme another sec.”
“You can have all the sex you want.”- Chapter 5 (p. 78)
- I just thought of this—it’s the American university system. This is my new theory: the New Feudalism. You go to college and you get used to living like some kind of medieval overlord, with people waiting on you and everything, and it warps your mind. It happens to everybody. By the time you graduate you have all the personal habits of an aristocrat, and none of the money. No wonder you’re dysfunctional—you’re a twentieth-century office temp who’s channeling a nobleman in the British Raj.
- Chapter 6 (p. 91)
- Sometimes I think you have an overly vivid imagination, Hollis. With some things it’s just not worth thinking about them too carefully before they happen. They almost never turn out to be as horrible as you think they will.
- Chapter 9 (p. 140)
- Who would’ve thought doing nothing all the time would turn out to be so damn tiring?
- Chapter 12 (p. 175)
