Quotes About Enchantment

Magic never dies. It merely fades away.

But this didn't feel like magic. It felt a lot older than that. It felt like music.

Once upon a time the plural of 'wizard' was 'war'.

That's what I don't like about magic. It does everything by magic.

And that's what I don't like about magic, Captain. 'cos it's *magic*. You can't ask questions, it's magic. It doesn't explain anything, it's magic. You don't know where it comes from, it's magic! That's what I don't like about magic, it does everything by magic!

Legends don't have to make sense. They just have to be beautiful. Or at least interesting.

Everything is magic when you don't know what it is. Your sliding rule is a magic wand to most people.

The sun set, which is everyday magic...

That was how it worked. No magic at all. But that time it had been magic. And it didn't stop being magic just because you found out how it was done.

We (people) only remembered that elves sang. But we forgot what they sang about.

REMIND ME AGAIN, he said, HOW THE LITTLE HORSE-SHAPED ONES MOVE.

It was like ... like wizardry, but without the wizards and the mess.

magic has a habit of lying low, like a rake in the grass.

To ther Hed Wizzard, Unsene Universety, Greatings, I hop you ar well, I am sending to you won Escarrina Smith, shee hath thee maekings of wizzardery but whot may be ferther dun wyth hyr I knowe not shee is a gode worker and clene about hyr person allso skilled in diuerse arts of thee howse, I will send Monies wyth hyr May you liv longe and ende youre days in pese, And oblije, Esmerelder Weatherwaxe (Mss) Wytch.

There are now, to the delight of parasitical writers like me, what I might almost call "public domain" plot items. There are dragons, and magic users, and far horizons, and quests, and items of power, and weird cities. There's the kind of scenery that we would have had on earth if only God had had the money.

But magic has a habit of lying low, like a rake in the grass.

It's witchcraft with all the crusts cut off, and real witchcraft is ALL crusts.

There is a phrase neither flesh nor fowl nor good red herring. This thing was all of them, plus some other bits of beasts unknown to science or nightmare or even kebab. There was certainly some red, and a lot of flapping, and Nutt was sure he caught a glimpse of an enormous sandal...

Picture yourself in a boat on a river With tangerine trees and marmalade skies. Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly. A girl with kaleidoscope eyes

Wir müssen verführerisch sein, sonst sind wir gar nichts.

Wir müssen verführerisch sein, sonst sind wir gar nichts. (S.103)

She looked at him now and then on the sly, and felt, for the first time in her life, an interest in a man on his own account. He was so big, so handsome, so forceful.

In 'Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell,' I wanted to create the most convincing story of magic and magicians that I could.

I'd love to see Kate Bush, full stop.