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.

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?

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...

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.

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.

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

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.

Bags!

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?

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.

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.

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...

Art is a sense of magic.

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...

Okay, you’re starting to talk board game. Let’s go home, babe. I’ll get you into bed.

your smile.is the ultimategolden dream.all the poemsin the worldare waking up from.

(There was an idea much beloved and written about by this country’s philosophers that magic had to do with negotiating the balance between earth and air and water; which is to say that things with legs or wings were out of balance with their earth element by walking around on feet or, worse, flying above...

What this world doesn’t have is the three-wishes, go-to-the-ball-and-meet-your-prince, happily-ever-after kind of magic. We have all the mangling and malevolent kinds. Who *invented* this system?

No man, no power, can bind the action of wizardry or still the words of power. For they are the very words of Making, and one who could silence them could unmake the world.

It’s the first time we’ve beaten Hotchkiss in my lifetime. We are hot right now. There’s no magic wand. These kids are talented, and they’ve started to believe.

Number three: Stay away from the church. In the battle over science vs. religion, science offers credible evidence for all the serious claims it makes. The church says, ‘Oh, it’s right here in this book, see? The one written by people who thought the sun was magic?’ I for one would like to see some...

For me, the most magical truth of this universe is that no magic is required.

The risks involved in the pursuit of magic are–put simply–either getting frightened by unpleasant perceptions or becoming deluded. Unfortunately it is possible to suffer from both symptoms at the same time.

Whenever anyone harbored ill will toward the beast or said he’d got what he deserved, the spell increased and the evil grew stronger and stronger in the gargoyle. It became more and more difficult for people to forgive-and love-not only the beast, but each other as well. This, too, made the evil increase.

The magic that turns dreams into reality is YOU! When you are inspired by a dream, create a good plan; that turns it into a goal. Then, live your life in a way that will bring that dream, that goal, to life. The magic is you.

Books are a uniquely portable magic.