I don't know if I've ever derived such an immediate sense of calm and well-being from any book as I did from 'Right Ho, Jeeves.' It was like I was Pac-Man and the book was a power-up.

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

Everybody wanted to be the hero of their own story. Nobody wanted to be comic relief.

Oddly, the meanings of books are defined for me much more by their beginnings and middles than they are by their endings.

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.

I studied the cello for a long time, from when I was little up through college.

I have no doubt there are magician psychopaths, and magician serial killers. I doubt Brakebills admissions is very good at screening for those.