But can’t you just wave your hand and make all the dirt fly away, then?” […]”That works, but only if you wave them about on the floor with a scrubbing brush.

It took place in the midnight in the University’s Great Hall, in a welter of incense, candlesticks, runic inscriptions and magic circles, none of which was strictly necessary but which made the wizards feel better.

Scientists have calculated that the chances of something so patently absurd actually existing are millions to one.But magicians have calculated that million-to-one chances crop up nine times out of ten.

Not at all. You look as though magic has taken hold of you. It must be magic because I don’t know how you can draw like that. I can barely manage a stick figure.

It’s rude to stare,” said the troll. Its mouth opened with a little crest of foam, and shut again in exactly the same way that water closes over a stone. “Is it? Why?” asked Rincewind. How does he hold himself together, his mind screamed at him. Why doesn’t he spill?

All of us had problems, it seemed, whose sources were untraceable, crossing over one another like the trajectories of countless raindrops in a storm, blending to create a fog of delusion and counter-delusion. Powerful forces and connections were undoubtedly at play, yet they seemed to have no faces and no names, and it was anybody’s...

The crimson woman has quite a few adversaries, just as she is connected with powerful allies. How can I say exactly who they are — some group specializing in art=magic, no doubt, but I can’t just say, with a fatuous certainty, “Yes, it must be some particular gang of illuminati,” or esoteric scientists, as so...

Life has this beautiful way of opening doors when you least expect it. How thy open is sometimes never known. But does that not only further justify the magic and the possibility to the thought, that there is more to life than that which meets thee eye.

One true king knew when to step aside and give up the reins of power—to remove his crown and relinquish his kingdom—all for the sake of glimpsing, just once in a lifetime, the face of a holy child.He was the Fourth to follow the Star.His gift was a secret.The rest of his journey is unknown.

I didn’t dare put down the staff with Etienne popping in and out like a half-burned, bloodsucking whack-a-mole.

She shook her head. “I can’t believe you got bit and you didn’t even get an orgasm out of it. I guess True Blood isn’t true after all.

We walked the length of Jackson Square, stopping to look at the work of a couple of artists who’d set up their sidewalk shops for the day.”Look.” Eugenie stopped in front of an acrylic painting of a mustached man with curly dark hair, hooded eyes, and a big hooked nose. He looked like he’d steal...

Then I shall tell you the truthful answers to the questions you asked, about my own intentions and motivations. They are not so simple.”…He cocked an eyebrow and his cobalt eyes took on a playful sparkle.”If I were to avow that you are my immortal life’s great passion, that I would give up immortality itself...

Jean Laffite was a sexy bad boy with a gentleman’s manners and an air of barely suppressed danger. Every girl’s secret dreamboat in other words. We always say we want a nice, hardworking, decent guy but we’re lying to ourselves. – DJ Jaco

We’d all mourn for a while, but at the end of the day we were a tough lot, and we’d survive.

You really are lovely, Drusilla.” The timbre of Lafitte’s voice shivered down my spine, and I fought the urge to check out the biceps underneath that linen shirt. Holy crap. This was just wrong. I should not be absorbing his lust.

There is no place so dangerous as a world without magic.

Bags!

Perhaps I am too tame, too domestic a magician. But how does one work up a little madness? I meet with mad people every day in the street, but I never thought before to wonder how they got mad. Perhaps I should go wandering on lonely moors and barren shores. That is always a popular...

Magic, madam, is like wine and, if you are not used to it, it will make you drunk.

Art is magic, and art is powerful. Art saves lives- I really believe that. It gives us courage and compassion we might not have on our own.

He had discovered that it was easier – far easier than any one could have supposed – to make oneself mad, but like all magic it was full of obstacles and frustrations. Even if he succeeded in summoning the fairy (which did not seem very likely), he would be in nocondition to talk to him....

That will teach me to meddle with magic meant for kings! Norrell is right. Some magic is not meant for ordinary magicians. Presumably John Uskglass knew what to do with this horrible knowledge. I do not. Should I tell someone? The Duke? He will not thank me for it.

Ha!” cried Dr John contemptuously. “Magic! That is chiefly used for killing Frenchmen, is it not?

Without patience, magic would be undiscovered – in rushing everything, we would never hear its whisper inside.

She went to the window. A fine sheen of sugary frost covered everything in sight, and white smoke rose from chimneys in the valley below the resort town. The window opened to a rush of sharp early November air that would have the town in a flurry of activity, anticipating the tourists the colder weather...

Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people’s legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world.

If I could sprinkle magic dust on it, heck, I’d fix it.

Art is a sense of magic.

What do you do,’ said Jean, ‘with, ah, “ungifted” children when you have them?”Cherish them and raise them, you imbecile. Most of them end up working for us, in Karthain and elsewhere. What did you think we’d do, burn them on a pyre?”Forget I asked

Maar als je genoeg kikkers kust, kom je vanzelf wel een prins tegen.

Ja, het is best een leuk bedrijf, al zitten er hier en daar een paar lijken in de kast.” Ik kreeg het angstige voorgevoel dat ze dit letterlijk bedoelde. “En welk bedrijf heeft er nu niet een paar monsters in dienst?” Dat bedoelde ze waarschijnlijk ook letterlijk, maar ik had voor Mimi gewerkt, dus ik...

There is an odd quirk in the human mind that makes a fearful man prefer to go quietly to a wicked-looking, gnarled “witch” for a countercharm than to a respectable licensed sorcerer or an accredited priest of the Church.

Is there magic in this world? Certainly! But it is not the kind of magic written about in fantasy stories. It is the kind of magic that comes from ideas and the hard work it often takes to make them real.

There are many forms of magic in this world, High Lord. Some come in large packages, some in small. Some work with fire and strength of body and heard … and some work with revelation.

A body is a body.” Viscarro shrugged his bony shoulders. “Dead, alive, alive, dead. I fail to see the importance of the distinction.”Yeah? So you’d just as soon fuck a living person as a dead one? What’s the point of the distinction? Oh, right-one’s normal, and one’s called necrophilia.”Viscarro sighed. “Touche, I suppose.

Border crossing’ is a recurrent theme in all aspects of my work — editing, writing, and painting. I’m interested in the various ways artists not only cross borders but also subvert them. In mythology, the old Trickster figure Coyote is a champion border crosser, mischievously dashing from the land of the living to the land...

And the kids?””Quincy, nothing. All she wants to do is look for Saturn’s rings and bring home every creature from the pound. Nelson, though, he’s…” She looked at Nicholas. “He’s like you. Gifted, but ignorant.”Nicholas bristled, “I’m not ignorant.””You are about magic.””That’s because I don’t believe in magic.””Nicholas,” She stopped, hands on hips, waiting until...

There’s a lot of magic between you too, ain’t no denying that. And magic makes forgettin’ hard.

Love spells are nothing but wives’ tales. You can’t play magic inside the heart, for it’s more powerful than any spell. Lust you can order up with a wink, desire with a smile. But love is love, and there is nothing can touch it.

I thought that you would be frozen in awe when you found the sequence, when you heard a bird’s song repeating my Morse code, my cry for help, my S.O.S, when you saw the same numbers in the petals of a flower and the structure of a pine cone, when you saw with your own...

A well told story can be magic. Let me show you…

Favorite Quotations.I speak my mind because it hurts to bite my tongue.The worth of a book is measured by what you carry away from it. It’s not over till it’s over. Imagination is everything. All life is an experiment. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls the butterfly.

During an especially noisy elementary school assembly I witnessed a common marvel. Someone spoke,”Once upon a time…” into the mic, and the room hushed. Such magic never ceases to amaze me.

Truly, there is magic in fairytales.For it takes but a simply-uttered ‘Once upon a time…’ to allure and spellbind an audience.

Wait until you meet my family. At Thanksgiving, we kill everything we can find, put it into a pot, and call it ‘holiday gumbo’.

Just because you don’t know how on Earth something might be achieved doesn’t mean you shouldn’t allow yourself to really, really want it. That’s the essence of a dream, the realms of magic and of miracles.

Are you some kind of mutant human? Like a fire user? And I use mutant as a compliment, you know. I wouldn’t think less of you.

Love: I guess It is some kind of magic, It has a power to make us better… But there is the thing magic can sometimes be an illusion and nothing else.

Mind sees magic because it can be deceived when allowed by heart.