Magic Is Wild, Dangerous Stuff.

I Went To College At Harvard, Then Did Three Years Of Graduate School At Yale. At Both Places I Studied Comparative Literature. People Find It Odd That I Went To Both Harvard And Yale, And I Guess It Is Odd, But That's Just What People Did Where I Grew Up.

I Got My Heart's Desire, And There My Troubles Began.

I Think Every Fantasy Reader Secretly Believes They Know How Magic Works.

As A Teenager In Brooklyn Quentin Had Often Imagined Himself Engaged In Martial Heroics, But After This He Knew, As A Cold Immutable Fact, That He Would Do Anything Necessary, Sacrificing Whatever Or Whomever He Had To, To Avoid Risking Exposure To Physical Violence. Shame Never Came Into It. He Embraced His New Identity As A Coward. He Would Run In The Other Direction. He Would Lie Down And Cry And Put His Arms Over His Head Or Play Dead. It Didn't Matter What He Had To Do, He Would Do It And Be Glad.

You Don’t Learn About Yourself By Being Alone, You Learn About Yourself From Other People.