Quotes About Magic

she' mad but she' magic. there' no lie in her fire.

It was a joy! Words weren't dull, words were things that could make your mind hum. If you read them and let yourself feel the magic, you could live without pain, with hope, no matter what happened to you.

she's mad, but she's magic.

I read my books at night, like that, under the quilt with the overheated reading lamp. Reading all those good lines while suffocating. It was magic.

The centuries are sprinkled with rare magic with divine creatures who help us get past the common and extraordinary ills that beset us

about our argument tonight whatever it was about and no matter how unhappy it made us feel remember that there is a cat somewhere adjusting to the space of itself with a delightful wonderment of easiness. in other words magic persists without us no matter what we do against it.

magic persists without us no matter what we may do to try to spoil it

Every woman is different. Basically they seem to be a combination of the best and the worst—both magic and terrible. I'm glad that they exist, however.

I could never accept life as it was, I could never gobble down all its poisons bu there were parts, tenuous magic parts open for the asking.

And then along came Hemingway. What a thrill! He knew how to lay down a line. It was a joy. Words weren't dull, words were things that could make your mind hum. If you read them and let yourself feel the magic, you could live without pain, with hope, no matter what happened to you.

Words weren't dull, words were things that could make your mind hum. If you read them and let yourself feel the magic, you could live without pain, with hope, no matter what happened to you.

She's mad but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire.

I have no definite talent or trade, and how I stay alive is largely a matter of magic.

She's mad but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire.

I went from barrel to barrel. It was magic. Why hadn't someone told me? With this, life was great, a man was perfect, nothing could touch him.

There is nothing more magic and beautiful than lines forming across paper. It's all there is. It's all there ever was.

Di media vuelta y me largué hacia la noche. Y en mi vida entró la magia. Y ahí sigue.

Magic singers proclaiming hope and despair in the dark.

He stabs at the mouse mat with one finger and I wince, but instead of fat purple sparks and a hideous soul-sucking manifestation, it simply wakes up his Windows box. (Not that there's much difference.)

By the way, what is that you're working on?" "Software-configurable RAID grid." She pauses, a cable in each hand. "Go on, your ride will be waiting." "RAID grid being . . . ?" "Redundant Array of Interconnected Demons." She bares her teeth at him. "Demons!" he squeaks, and clutches his magic dice.

What band does the necromancer dance to? Boney M.)

Imp froze as he rounded the corner onto Regent Street, and saw four elven warriors shackling a Santa to a stainless-steel cross outside Hamleys Toy Shop.

The geas Billington's running. It's the occult equivalent of a stateful firewall. It keeps out intruders, unless they run through the approach states in a permitted sequence.

Did it have a name, this project?" "Yes. The books and posters are called MAGIC CIRCLE OF SAFETY, but she said I'd find it in the stacks under a very strange reference—KGB.2.YA—what's so funny? Bob? Are you choking? Bob? Bob? Do you need help?" Kiss Good-Bye 2 Your Ass: I love the Laundry sense of humor.