“Whether or not he was in it, whether or not he could see or touch it, he’d thought there would always be a FIllory out there somewhere. He loved knowing it was there. It anchored his sense of happiness, the way a distant stockpile of gold might underwrite the value of a paper bill.”

“Whether or not he was in it, whether or not he could see or touch it, he’d thought there would always be a FIllory out there somewhere. He loved knowing it was there. It anchored his sense of happiness, the way a distant stockpile of gold might underwrite the value of a paper bill.”

— Lev Grossman