Lev Grossman

Something heavy and invisible had relaxed its taloned grip, left its familiar perch on his shoulders and winged away on the stiff breeze. Let it weigh down somebody else for a while, he thought. Probably it would be waiting for him when he got home again. But for now it could wait.

Though the funny thing about never being asked for anything is that after a while you start to feel like maybe you don’t have anything worth giving.

“That’s why you go. To find out if it’s enough. You just have to be sure you want to find out.”