It’s hard to get motivated fixing a compile-time syntax error when you can buy a powder that turns a house into a monster.

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.

When you are loved, you can do anything in creation.

Here you leave today and enter the world of yesterday, tomorrow, and fantasy.

Well, what if you are wrong? What if the world doesn’t work the way you think? What would that mean?

Magick need not be a crutch, but it is hard to argue that anything you lean on in lieu of building your own strength weakens resolve.

I know. He doesn’t,” Lydia answered.

Lydia had been fantasizing about him to the point she nearly drove him insane with it. It had taken four days for his energy to weaken inside her enough that he could go and visit her without fear she would throw him across the town in a gust of wind, and thus cause a scene....

Thank God!” he said, and kissed her.Kissing Mairelon was much nicer than anything she had ever dared to imagine, despite the headache.

Emotions like these didn’t happen to regular, everyday people. They couldn’t or else the entire world would be fornicating all the time.

For your next act, please don’t pull any rabbits out of my… well, hat.”….He licked playfully at her mouth. “And ya can’t call my manhood ‘rabbit’.At least give it a manly name I can brag about.

I am here because I have to be here, as here I am supposed to be! All things should be, and usually are, found in their rightful places. Can you imagine how chaotic the world would be if nothing was in its correct place?

You’re a hopeless romantic,” said Faber. “It would be funny if it were not serious. It’s not books you need, it’s some of the things that once were in books. The same things could be in the ‘parlor families’ today. The same infinite detail and awareness could be projected through the radios, and televisors, but...

My path will weaveThe way you sayThere is no doubtYou’ll create the way

This time he had no choice but to look into her eyes. He did not look away. It was the bright fierce gaze that she remembered so vividly from their first meeting. He’d reminded her of an eagle, the Castellan of Amyth

Contemporary notions of Kundalini, its backgroundand role within new Western religiosity,” University of Stockholm, Malin Fitger 2004

Probably not, but we can pretend.

Tomorrow, I need you to die.

Stand still while I yell at you.

The lucid dream, located as it is at a crossroads between worlds and states of consciousness, places the magician in a unique position to influence the delicate balance of consciousness and the interplay it has on matter in the waking state, and is thus an opportunity to test one’s ability in the art of adjusting...

Matt was almost completely naked. A tattered loincloth and an ugly chain with a yellow diamond were his only apparel.

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.

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.

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

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

You are what resides before, beyond and between what you think so do not be consumed by thought. It is only a fragment of your magic.

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...

I’ve never been to MAGIC before. This is a little overwhelming.

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.

He wanted a faery. More than anything else in the world. He had already imagined exactly how it should happen. He would set up the invitation, and the next day there would be a petal-winged pisky clinging to the top of his bedpost. It would have a foolish grin on its face, and large ears,...

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

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.

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.

your mother is the longest magic show you will ever seeno one knows how her face is target practice for her partner and a shield for her childrenhow she makes a mouthful of blood disappearerases bruiseshardens teethhow she wakes up and dresses her children beforedressing her wounds

Real magic can never be made by offering someone else’s liver. You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back.

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...

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...

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.

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?

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.

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