Quotes About Magic

Do you eat cheese?" "Yes. Though I'm slightly lactose intolerant. My stomach wants to be vegan, but I can't do that to my tongue. Cheese is the greatest food in the world, alongside the potato." "The potato?" "Yes"..."The Potato is so versatile. Mashed potatoes, fried potatoes, scalloped potatoes, oh god, scalloped potatoes! Potato wedges, latkes, even a boiled potato is good. And then there's french fries, and chips. The potato is our saviour. The potato is magic.

there is more Magic in the world than most scoffing people credit.

I bring you nothing: no riches, no magic. But I don't need that; I don't want that. All I have to offer is my love, but that love has no limits and imposes none on you.

The joy in telling a story is in the magic of spinning the tale, not in the number of exaggerations you can create." "So you say. And who's to say I was exaggerating?" "I do." "That's because you're six-foot-plus and more brawn than--" "More brawn than what?" "Than a five-foot-tall woman of undisclosed weight." "Now there's another difference in how I'd tell the story. I'd use the word insufficient to describe your weight.

What house do you belong to?" "Ravenclaw," I say. The clever one. The woman hands me the blue Ravenclaw scarf. "You're also kind of a Hufflepuff, don't you think?" Leela asks. "Hardworking, loyal . . . Although last night you were a total Gryffindor. So brave." "Maybe I'm Divergent," I say. I pose under the Platform 9¾ sign, point my wand, and smile for Leela's photo.

If I was really, really lucky, Felix might throw a fireball at me, and I'd get out of the rest of this freakshow.

I was whole again, clear-headed, vital and focused in a way I hadn't been since I was first learning magic, first learning to be free.

Magic is all about metaphors.

The magic of the Mirador is thrashing around like a snake in its death convulsions.

Our minds have to translate magic into symbols we understand.

What Malkar was doing-and I wanted to shriek and giggle and weep, all at once-was creating a spell that would allow him to use me in the same way that Cabaline wizards used their rings. It was a brilliantly evil parody of Cabaline magic; even if I'd had all my wits about me, even if hadn't been still mind-numbed by phoenix, I didn't think I would even have been able to find a place to start a counterspell.

We need Harry Potter.

If I can't read, if I can't make a simple Indian pudding, then I don't see the point in living much more, really. Because aside from a good book, and perhaps, a fresh morning in a dew-covered garden, few things in life give me as much pleasure as magic of making a truly spectacular dessert.

In Wangechi Mutu's mother tongue, Kikuyu, there is no word for "artist." The closest term is something like "magician" or "a person who uses objects and imbues them with meaning and power,

My joking answer to this question is that I leave a bowl of milk out on the back porch every night for the Idea Fairy. In the morning, the milk is gone and there's a brand-new shiny idea by the bowl.

I wasn't used to looking ahead. Not like Jack. Maybe that was why he had that ready grin. I could see through the dust, but he could see through time, and he didn't even need magic to do it.

The magician has to know what the explanation for his magic is.

Somewhere in the world there is a magical book. What does this book do? It simply changes itself to become the book you most need at this point in your life.

Child, all books are magic. Just think,' he said, 'about what books make people do. People go to war on the basis of what they read in books. They believe in "facts" just because they are written down. They decide to adopt political systems, to travel to one place rather than another, to give up their job and go on a great adventure, to love or to hate. All books have tremendous power. And power is magic.' 'But are these books really magic...?

I promised your father I wouldn't teach you any magic. Particularly after what happened with your mother. And I also promised some other people that I would not do any magic for five years... and indeed I have not done any magic for five years. Although...' He looked at his watch. 'The five years is due to run out next Tuesday. Things should get more interesting then.

One is a world of cold fact and reality; the other is a world of magic and adventure.

There were also other, less significant spells working on Maximilian. Somewhere in the West a farmer had prayed for rain and so Maximilian, along with everyone else in the city, was breathing approximately 0.0000007 times faster than usual to create the moisture so requested. Such is the way of the world.

After school, I walk to the bus stop in town, breathing the bonfirey, marshmallowy smells of autumn. I love this time of year, when people start to rehearse for Christmas plays and pantomimes, and the air feels like it's full of magic spells. This is the time of year when arriving home after school feels cosy, like going back to bed.

Males and females have never seemed to fully understand each other. It will probably continue this way, but I think that's part of the magic of it all.