Quotes About Wizards

Prophets look at the world as finite, and people as constrained by their environment. Wizards see possibilities as inexhaustible, and humans as wily managers of the planet. One views growth and development as the lot and blessing of our species; others regard stability and preservation as our future and our goal. Wizards regard Earth as a toolbox, its contents freely available for use; Prophets think of the natural world as embodying an overarching order that should not casually be disturbed.

I most certainly will not surrender!' said Wish. 'You CHEATED!' 'Wizards don't play by Warrior rules,' said Xar. 'Cheat of a Wizard!' 'Wickedness of a Warrior!' 'Curse-Maker!' 'Forest-poisoner!' 'Child-eater!' 'Magic-destroyer! May you be ground by the teeth of the Giant Grey ogre into pieces that are smaller than the eyes of lice on a fly!' cursed Xar.

You could be the Mega Mage of wizards. You could rule Minionfire. Do you really think so?' Yeah, but you'd have to make a deal with the wood elves.' I don't like the wood elves.' They're okay. They're misunderstood.

Lady Mawgon, please don't think me insensitive, but any attempt to reanimate Mr. Pusskins on the back of the Dibble Storage Coils hacking enchantment might be looked on disfavourably by the other wizards." Her eyes narrowed and she gave me one of those stares that seem to hit the back of my skull like a dozen hot needles. "None of you have an idea what Mr. Pusskins meant to me.

Jason settled back on the bench. 'I hate to break this to you, but as a rule, wizards are nasty people. They're powerful, capricious, ruthless, egotistical, used to getting their own way. That's being kind.

So truth created the ultimate lie. Was this what the world was like for wizards? This thorny, gray tangle where right and wrong were so mixed there was no telling them apart?

Supernatural creatures never known to men lurked in many a chasm and crevice and cave; conquerors and warlords, sorceresses and wizards, plotted and schemed, dreaming their dreams and working their marvels. A worldwide land lay beneath their flying keel, a world they had as yet only begun to explore, a world that held yet many strange and perilous adventures for them.

I totally should've gone to Hogwarts when I had the chance.

She frowned at me. You need some rest. You look like hell. And you're obviously tired enough to have gotten the giggles. Wizards don't giggle, I said, hardly able to speak. This is cackling.

It is the prerogative of wizards to be grumpy. It is not, however, the prerogative of freelance consultants who are late on their rent, so instead of saying something smart, I told the woman on the phone, Yes, ma'am. How can I help you today?

I know you've been aching to have your hands on my staff, I said to Ascher, as Nicodemus examined the altar for himself. I held out my hand. But I'd rather be the one fondling my tool. Wizards are weird like that. Wow, she said, and flashed me a grin, her face flushed, excited. You left me nowhere to go with that one. I have nothing to add.

Magic is a kind of energy. It is given shape by human thoughts and emotions, by imagination. Thoughts define that shape—and words help to define those thoughts. That's why wizards usually use words to help them with their spells. Words provide a sort of insulation as the energy of magic burns through a spell caster's mind.

Merlin had, according to legend, created the White Council of Wizards from the chaos of the fall of the Roman Empire. He plunged into the flames of the burning Library of Alexandria to save the most critical texts, helped engineer the Catholic Church as a vessel to preserve knowledge and culture during Europe's Dark Ages, and leapt tall cathedrals in a single bound.

Black wizards don't just grow up like toadstools, you know. Someone has to teach them complicated things like summoning demons, ritual magic, and clichéd villain dialogue.

I didn't look up, occupied as I was with brooding, a famous pastime of wizards everywhere.

Do all wizards, he said, get the kiddie crowns and war them around? Or is that only for special occasions? Do all werewolves, I shot back, snatching the crown from my head, wear glasses and too much Old Spice? Or is taht only for full moons?

It is the prerogative of wizards to be grumpy.

Granted, my perspective is different from that of nonwizards, but marching out into the woods, looking for a very large and very powerful creature by blasting out what you're pretty sure are territorial challenges to fight (or else mating calls) seems … somewhat unwise.

But mostly, it ends badly when wizards try to stay too close to their kin.

Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger.

The man once wrote: Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger. Tolkien had that one mostly right. I stepped forward, let the door bang closed, and snarled, "Fuck subtle.

I need a favor." I snorted. "What favor? You do remember that technically, we're at war, right? Wizards versus vampires? Ring any bells?" "If you like, you can pretend that I'm employing subversive tactics as part of a fiendishly elaborate ruse meant to manipulate you," Thomas said. "Good," I said. "Cause if I went through all the trouble of starting a war and you didn't want to participate, it would hurt my feelings .

I shook my head, bewildered. They say we wizards are subtle. But believe you me, we've got nothing, nothing at all, on women.

People who know diddly about wizards don't like to give us their names. They're convinced that if they give a wizard their name from their own lips it could be used against them. To be fair, they're right.