As a writer I'm more drawn to villains who are just slightly mad.

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

I think for a long time, I was paralyzed by some of my hopes and ideals for what my life was going to be like. I had this perfect vision of how my life should go, but it seemed - it was - impossible to realize, so I sat around for a long, long time doing almost nothing at all.

Supposedly I've got traces of an English accent, though I can't hear it. I must have inherited it from my mother, who's English, and then I think it was exacerbated by the fact that I live with an Australian.

Magic is wild, dangerous stuff. You never realize how useful limitations are until it's much too late.

You don’t learn about yourself by being alone, you learn about yourself from other people.

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.