Quotes About Spell

Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both!

Poetry is not a fancy way of giving you information; it's an incantation. It is actually a magic spell. It changes things; it changes you." An interview with Philip Pullman.

She paused, and I took the opportunity to practice the only promotional skill at my disposal: fluttering my fingers over the telephone's mouthpiece, I attempted to cast a spell, silently chanting, It's me who you want. Me, me, me.

Because homeland is one of the magical fantasy words like unicorn and soul and infinity that have now passed into the language. And the particular magic of homeland, its particular spell over irie, was that it sounded like a beginning. The beginningest of beginnings. Like the first morning of Eden and the day after apocalypse. A blank page. (p.332)

The spell of the desert comes back to me, as it always will come. I see the veils, like purple smoke, in the cañons, and I feel the silence. And it seems that again I must try to pierce both and to get at the strange wild life of the last American wilderness-- wild still, almost, as it ever was.

I love all things magic.

He was right, but he had no idea just how very different she could be. Perhaps she'd show him. He reached for her hand. The choice was made. The whore had the cop under her spell. From the shadows, he watched as Cara and her detective left the bar…the human had his fucking hands all over her.

I was well under the spell of the old Gold Medal Crime novels when I wrote 'Savage Season,' and I wanted to write a modern version of that. I had tried the same thing with 'Cold in July,' and I wanted to give it another go.

The only thing Beatrix knows about being circumspect is how to spell it.

I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls! I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love.

So he sat and listened to pigeons talking, till it seemed to him they were trying to lull the restlessness of Earth, and thought that they might by drowsy incantation be putting some spell against time, through which it could not come to harm their nests; for the power of time was not made clear to him yet and he knew not yet that nothing in our fields has the strength to hold out against time.

He was used to being playful with women, teasing while keeping ultimate control. With Luna, he felt like a berserk marauder. He couldn't even spell control, much less utilize it.

Don't mess with a wizard when he's wizarding!

Magic comes from what is inside you. It is a part of you. You can't weave together a spell that you don't beleive in.

I love being a wizard. Every day is like Disneyland.

There aren't any magical words, really. Words just hold the magic.

For a second, I wanted very badly to know a spell that would let me melt through the floor in a quivering puddle of please-don't-kill-me.

Magic. It can get a guy killed.

Molly was committing dinner. . .

Murphy," I hissed. "Are you absolutely sure about this hair? That it belongs to Kravos?" If it didn't, the doll wouldn't do diddly to the sorcerer, unless I managed to throw it into his eye. "We're reasonably sure," she whispered, "yes." "Reasonably sure. Great." But I knelt down, and marked out the circle around me, then another around the Ken doll, and wrought my spell.

Sometimes, being able to use magic was so cool.

Words have a power every bit as terrible and beautiful as magic.

Words have a power every bit as terrible and beautiful as magic, and they don't need a special effects budget to do it, either.

Magic comes from what is inside you. It is a part of you. You can't weave together a spell that you don't believe in.