Quotes About Magic

That's the true power of a wizard. I know things. Knowledge is power. With power comes responsibility.

Spear and magic helmet," I said in my best Elmer Fudd voice. "Be vewy, vewy quiet. We're hunting vampires.

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

That's the great thing about being a wizard. I can always tell myself, honestly, that things could be worse.

Dawn is significant, magically speaking. It is a time of new beginnings.

Hell's Bells-Harry Dresden

Gandalf never had this kind of problem.

There's more magic in a baby's first giggle than in any firestorm a wizard can conjure up, and don't let anyone tell you any different. 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.

My name is Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. Conjure by it at your own risk.

I knew I didn't have much of a chance of getting away from that swarm of fae piranha, but it was an infinitely larger chance than I would have if I stayed in the car and burned to death. Hell's bells, what I wouldn't give to have my shield bracelet. Or my old staff. I didn't even have an umbrella.

It is the prerogative of wizards to be grumpy.

I looked past him to the snack table. It was indeed piled with doughnuts of a number of varieties. Some of them even had sprinkles. My mouth started a quick impression of a minor tributary. But they were doughnuts of darkness. Evil, damned doughnuts, tainted by the spawn of darkness . . . . . . which could obviously be redeemed only by passing through the fiery, cleansing inferno of a wizardly digestive tract.

Harry Dresden—I take responsibility for more impossible situations in the first twenty-four hours of being dead than most people do all day.

Professional Wizard Incinerates Amateur Vampire. News at ten.

The last thing I had expected to use that cleaning spell for when I had laboriously been forced to learn it was a tide of poisonous scorpion monsters, but any port in a storm.

Magic is a lot like language: it's all about stringing things together, linking one thing with another, one idea with another.

We wizards are terrific at brooding.

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.

I didn't follow her right away. She didn't look back. Stab. Twist. God, I love being a wizard.

A man's magic demonstrates what sort of person he is, what is held most deeply inside of him. There is no truer gauge of a man's character than the way in which he employs his strength, his power.

When people come to the only professional wizard in the Chicago phone book for help, they're one of two things: desperate or smart. Very rarely are they both.

You can use just about anything to make a magic circle, but salt is often the most practical. It's a symbol of the earth and of purity, and it doesn't draw ants. You use sugar to make a circle on the carpet only once. Let me tell you.

One more tip, kids. If you had any real talent, the air would practically have been on fire when you got ready to throw down. But you losers don't have enough magic between you to turn cereal into breakfast.

Maybe I should have listened to Murphy. Maybe I should have stayed home and played with some nice, safe, forbidden black magic instead.