The past couple of weeks, I’ve been rereading Lev Grossman’s The Magicians and The Magician King, in preparation for starting his newly-released The Magician’s Land. I have ridiculous love for these books, front to back and inside and out, but there was one section from The Magician King that really stood out to me. Replace “magic” with “poetry,” or “writing,” and you’d get a pretty good idea of how I feel about writing.
“Quentin wondered what he would do if magic went away. He didn’t know how he would live in that world… Everything would simply be what it was and nothing else. All there would be was what you could see. What you felt and thought, all the desire and longing in your heart and mind, would count for nothing. With magic you could make those feelings real. They could change the world. Without it they would be stuck inside of you forever, figments of your own imagination.”