Quotes About Magic

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

Magic came from life itself, from the interaction of nature and the elements, from the energy of all living beings, and especially of people.

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.

Harry waxes poetic about magic. He'll go on and on about how it comes from your feelings, and how it's a deep statement about the nature of your soul, and then he'll whip out some kind of half-divine, half-insane philosophy he's cobbled together from the words of saints and comic books about the importance of handling power responsibly.

All we need is a stuffed animal." He stared at me. "Wh-what did you say?" "A stuffed animal, man!" I roared at him. "Don't mess with a wizard when he's wizarding!

Bosun!" "Aye, skipper?" "Reinforce the mainmast, hang out all the laundry, and warn the witchmen! Let's make the old bitch fly!

They say that you're the real thing, Mister Dresden. A real magus." "They also say I'm nutty as a fruitcake." "I choose which 'they' I listen to very carefully

Apocalypses always kick off at the witching hour.

Elaine kept that deadly little wand pointed at the Skavis, eyes narrowed, and said, her voice rough and raw, "Who's useless now, bitch?

Bernard nodded. Then he put his hand on the ground, and Amara felt a faint tremor in the earth beneath their feet as he called upon his earth fury, Brutus, to create a hiding place. A few seconds later, the ground under them simply began to flow away, a slithery sensation in the soles of her feet, and they sank downward

Normals looked at me like I was insane when I told people I was a wizard. People who were in the know didn't look at me like I was insane. They looked at me like I was insanely dangerous.

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

I drove my right fist into its stupid, creepy face. Man, the yahoos I scrap with never seem to anticipate that tactic. They all assume that what with me being a wizard and all, I'm going to stand back and chuck Magic Missiles at them or something, then scream and run away the second they get close enough to let me see the whites of their eyes.

Magic is essentially a force of creation, of life.

Fuel a love spell with rage and you're likely to get some odd side effects, for example.

How long have you been a Wiccan?" "A what?" "A pagan. A witch." "I'm not a witch," I said, glancing out the door. "I'm a wizard." Sanya frowned. "What is the difference?" "Wizard has a Z.

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

in a counterclockwise direction, also known as widdershins

Apocalypses always kick off at the witching hour. That's something you know now.

You know. I never really thought to ask before—but what is that dust made of?" "Depleted uranium," I told him. "At least, that's the base ingredient. I had to add in a lot of other things. Cold iron, basil, dung from a—" "Never mind," he said. "I don't want to know.

what good is magic if it cannot be used to make a delicious cup of a fine beverage?

You got that paper cup? Right, then. All we need is a stuffed animal.' He stared at me. 'Wh-what did you say?' 'A stuffed animal, man!' I roared at him. 'Don't mess with a wizard when he's wizarding!

So," Murphy said. "All we need to do is get you up to the top of the pit, and then you're going to go one-on-four with a bunch of armed FBI agents-cum-werewolves and beat them in time to go up against the loup-garou that we couldn't stop before with all of your magical gizmos and a building full of police officers." "Essentially," I answered. Murphy

Freaking manipulative faeries," I