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Fantasy games are unbecoming to a lady, she says, closing the subject. "And the idea that you would even dream of spending time with some strange boy when you could be reinforcing your relationship with your Magnolia compatriots leaves me breathless. You are going to have to earn the respect of the other girls.
— Katie Crouch and Grady Hendrix, The White Glove War
...[O]ne of the first things a Magnolia League debutante learns: Keep your thoughts and opinions to yourself.
— Katie Crouch and Grady Hendrix, The White Glove War
[D]ear...You just charmed the pants off her with that hunting trip!
— Katie Crouch and Grady Hendrix, The White Glove War
As if I were the funniest, weirdest girl in the world - that's how he used to look at me.
— Katie Crouch and Grady Hendrix, The White Glove War
Every nerve in my body says to run after Thaddeus and tell him everything. But I know there's no way he can know the truth.
— Katie Crouch and Grady Hendrix, The White Glove War
It's been my Buckingham Palace, my White House, my Taj Mahal, so coming here today as a real member is - well, it's a big deal.
— Katie Crouch and Grady Hendrix, The White Glove War
There's no mistaking what kind of potion I need. Caffeine - for alertness and rejuvenation.
— Amy Alward, Madly
Because when you finally find the one against all odds, you give him your best and let the magic of the world carry the rest.
— E. Mellyberry, I Won't Break
For the entire history of humanity, we have stared into fires, hypnotized by the twitch and flow of the blues and yellows. We see the stars of alien skies reflected in the coals and divine messages in the dance of the flames. Fire is magic.
— Lance Conrad, The Price of Loyalty
And now about the cauldron singLike elves and fairies in a ring,Enchanting all that you put in.
— William Shakespeare, Macbeth
She blames herself. I hurt from knowing that I hurt her. Even when we know all of these other people are to blame. My friends. The media. Not her. Not me.I can’t help myself. I continue the cycle and I say, “I don’t want to hurt you.”Lily is quiet for a moment before she says, “I’m tougher than you think. You just need to believe in me. You know, like a fairy.”I do believe in fairies. I do. I do. The jubilant chorus from Peter Pan fills my ears.I look up at her, tears in both our eyes. Is that how we end this? I trust that I can share my grief with her and that she won’t crumble beneath the pain?She nods to me like go on. I can handle it.
— Becca Ritchie & Kristia Ritchie, Long Way Down
If one could only discover the unwritten bases of black magic and apply formulae to them, we would find that they were merely another form of science... perhaps less advance, perhaps more.
— Charles Beaumont, Perchance to Dream: Selected Stories
Turning her attention back to her Aunt she sighed softly.  “I’d really like my security deposit back on this place, so if you do end up having to kill him… well…”Nabha laughed softly, patting her niece on the arm. “Don’t worry, I’ll do it outside.”“Good.”  Devon sighed with relief. That was one less thing to worry about.  “As long as we’re on the same page.
— Jane Cousins, To Shackle A Shrew
Your head is incredibly hard…you’ll be fine.”“So much for bedside manner. You didn’t think about cushioning my fall before I hit the ground?”“Please, would you jump in front of an oak tree to stop it falling?”“You’re comparing me to a falling tree?
— Jane Cousins, To Trap A Temptress
There was a magic: and the name of it was love.
— Philippa Gregory, The White Queen
...but it's not so much having to repair the damage, it's more the attitude behind the vandalism, Harry. Muggle-baiting might strike some wizards as funny, but it's an expression of something much deeper and nastier...
— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Look at it like this, it's not that we're making life, we're simply giving life a place to live.
— Terry Pratchett, Feet of Clay
Sometimes, magic is like that. It lands on your head like a piano, a stupid, ancient, unfunny joke, and you spend the rest of your life picking sharps and flats out of your hair.
— Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland
The people who move forward and overcome their fears do not have some special powers or a magic pill they take
—  they just have more practice in facing their fears.
Adam stopped by one of the beasts near the front; its shoulder was taller than him, its great skull even higher, and above it all spread a set of antlers that seemed massive in comparison even to the giant skeleton. It was beautiful.
— Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue
It is dull, Son of Adam, to drink without eating," said the Queen presently. "What would you like best to eat?""Turkish Delight, please, your Majesty," said Edmund.
— C.S. Lewis
I know, ” she said, flatly. “Antimei warned me that you would ‘transform’ me. I was hoping it would be into a frog, or a racquiel, or perhaps a bear -- I’ve always wanted to be a bear! Not a ‘proper young lady’!” she said, bitterly.
— Terry Mancour, Court Wizard
He felt a wonderful certainty. The impossible, he thought, the impossible is about to happen again.
— Kate DiCamillo, The Magician's Elephant
As for whether the magic in The Crown’s Game is real, well . . . that depends. Do you believe in what you cannot see?
— Evelyn Skye, The Crown's Game
There are no monsters in the dark.
— Victoria Schwab, This Savage Song
I would like to make fun plans with you, but then just do ordinary things; or plan ordinary things but find we have stepped through a wardrobe into a world of ordinary magic.
— Waylon H. Lewis, Things I Would Like To Do With You
One of us," said Malcolm, "is worth five hundred of you. I can burn you to the ground in six seconds flat and use the ashes to stuff a teddy bear for my girlfriend. Not that I have a girlfriend at the moment," he added, "but one lives to hope.
— Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight
Only Muggles talk of the ‘mind reading.’ The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure. Thoughts are not etched on the inside of skulls, to be perused by any invader. The mind is complex and many-layered thing, Potter… or at least, most minds are…
— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Anger is a shield for the power of the sword's magic, so that helped.
— Terry Goodkind, The First Confessor
Magic was merely the unknown, a wild thing undefined by logic or reason. By that thinking, surely she was not Bad Luck, but Good, undefined.
— J.D. Lakey, Black Bead
Naughty children have to be protected. Even if it's just from themselves.
— Marika McCoola, Baba Yaga's Assistant
Magic was merely the unknown, a wild thing undefined by logic or reason.
— J.D. Lakey, Black Bead
Broken things can be fixed and healed. Nothing is too difficult or too dirty to clean.
— Marika McCoola
Supernaturals is a broad term used to classify beings that include Elementals and numerous other creatures. Like what? The list is endless. Witches, Demons, Spirits, stuff like that. Wow, I commented dryly. It's like a giant Halloween party isn't it?
— Alessia Dickson, The Crystal Chronicles
So... today the magic happens from 16 in 17 years old.
— Deyth Banger
When you know that illusion and transformation are no different from birth and death, then you may learn magic.
— Liezi, The Book of Master Lie
Too many cold, hungry nights had taught her a special kind of practicality, but in that moment, she believed in his magic.
— Laura Trentham, Then He Kissed Me
Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.""Two possibilities exist: Either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.
— Arthur C. Clarke
The pools had been written onto the fields by the rain. The pools were a magic worked by the rain, just as the tumbling of the black birds against the grey was a spell that the sky was working and the motion of grey-brown grasses was a spell that the wind made. Everything had meaning.
— Susanna Clarke
Chickens can move and flop for hours after their heads are cut off. They have no heartbeat either," Naja said, "and that doesn't involve magic.
— Terry Goodkind, The First Confessor
A Grace connected creating the World of life, and the world of the dead in pathways of magic.
— Terry Goodkind, The First Confessor
Without delay, Tilly entered the ninth opening, a number that she knew from Baraccus had great meaning on things having to do with magic.
— Terry Goodkind, The First Confessor
Folks around here like to say we came from the stars. Perhaps it's simpler to think of us not as human but as creatures made of stardust--that if you cut us, not blood but constellations will pour from out wounds.
— Leslye Walton, A Tyranny of Petticoats
Bright yellow leaves flowed swiftly upon the dark, almost-black water, making patterns as they went. To Mr. Segundus the patterns looked a little like magical writing. 'But then,' he thought, 'So many things do.
— Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
All people have their different capabilities & magically some of them are limitless & incredible.
— Ridhdhesh Jivawala
I suppose every innovation started out as a fantasy.
— G. Willow Wilson, Alif the Unseen
Speaking with spiders and other things you call unusual... there's no special trick to it. When something catches your attention just keep your attention on it, stick with it 'til the end, and somewhere along the line there'll be weirdness.
— Helen Oyememi
You have such an odd relationship to your environment," mused the man. "Such a paranoid relationship. You seem intent on existing in smaller and smaller spaces, filled with more and more gadgets, with the mistaken impression that this will give you more control over your lives. There's something a little impious about it.""Nothing wrong with gadgets," muttered Alif."No, except that they're not magic," said the man, "and a lot of you seem to believe they should be.
— G. Willow Wilson, Alif the Unseen
Her arms reached up to wrap around his neck, holding on as if she would never let go. She kissed him back with an ardor that astonished, gratified, and aroused him all at once, and for a moment, he lost himself in the kiss, and in the woman, thinking to himself, now this, this is magic.
— Deborah Blake, Wickedly Wonderful
Eliminate the tyranny of magic from mankind.
— Terry Goodkind, The First Confessor
You know you've written a good book when even the people who hate it admit it's entertaining.
— Sully Tarnish, The Dragon and the Apprentice: A Wizard's Wager
If one squinted into Cabeswater long enough, in the right way, one could see secrets dart between the trees. The shadows of horned animals that never appeared. The winking lights of another summer's fireflies. The rushing sound of many wings, the sound of a massive flock always out of sight. Magic.
— Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven King
She used to think that if she stole enough, the want would fade, the hunger would go away, but maybe it wasn’t that simple. Maybe it wasn’t a matter of what she didn’t have, of what she wasn’t, but what she was.
— V.E. Schwab, A Gathering of Shadows
It turns out that knitting isn't about the yarn or the softness or needing a hat (although we really can't argue with these secondary motivators). It's really about this: Knitting is a magic trick. In this day and age, in a world where science and technology take more and more wonder and work out of our lives , and our planet is quickly becoming a place running out of magic, a knitter takes silly, useless string, mundane sticks, waves her hands around (many, many times...nobody said this was fast magic), and turns one thing into another: string into a hat, string into a sweater, string into a blanket for a baby. It really is a very reliable magic.
— Stephanie Pearl-McPhee
If one squinted in Cabeswater long enough, in the right way, one could see secrets dart between the trees. The shadows of horned animals that never appeared. The winking lights of another summer's fireflies. The rushing sound of many wings, the sound of a massive flock always out of sight. Magic.
— Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven King
He understood her affinity to the water, inspiring as it was beautiful, and soothing to the soul. Standing there that morning, he realized he would never be able to look at the ocean again without thinking of her, and somehow he was still comforted by that thought.
— D.A. Henneman, Sea of Dreams
I like to believe magic is all around us, finding its way into everyday life one miracle at a time.
— D.A. Henneman, Sea of Dreams
What are you doing?" Alain asked."Starting a fire, of course." Mari held up the thing in her hand. "It's a fire-starter. A really simple device. Haven't you ever seen one?"Alain shook his head. "Never. That thing seems very complicated. I do not understand how it can work." "How do you start fires?"That was a Guild secret. Or was it? The elders had told him that no Mechanic could understand how it worked. What would this Mechanic say if he told her? "I use my mind to channel power to create a place where it is hot, altering the nature of the illusion there," Alain explained, "and then use my mind to put that heat on what I want to burn.""Oh," Mechanic Mari said. "Is that actually how you visualize the process?""That is how it is done," Alain said."That's...interesting." She grinned. "So, instead of making fire by doing something complicated or hard to understand like striking a flint, you just alter the nature of reality. That is a lot simpler.
— Jack Campbell, The Dragons of Dorcastle
Magic is an honor, until it's a shackle.
— Melissa de la Cruz, The Ring and the Crown
He stood there, glowing like the sun, and stared at her like she was the unbelievable one.
— Sarah Addison Allen, The Girl Who Chased the Moon
The light changed slightly. Mari looked up and over at one wall. There was now a narrow, roughly door-shaped hole in it. Standing in the hole was Mage Alain. Mari stood up, realizing that her mouth was hanging open. That wall was solid. I felt it. There wasn't any opening. She watched as the Mage took two shaky steps into the cell, then paused, some of the strain leaving his face. She blinked, wondering what she had just seen, as the hole in the wall vanished as if it had never been. One moment it was there, the next it was gone. ...Mari took a long slow breath. 'They use smoke and mirrors and other 'magic' to make commons think they can create temporary holes in walls and things like that. It's all nonsense.' "Mages actually can make real holes in walls." "No."Her head hurting with increased intensity, Mari glowered at the Mage. "You didn't make a hole in the wall?""I made the illusion of a hole in the illusion of the wall."Mari looked at Mage Alain for what felt like a long time, trying to detect any sign of mockery or lying. But he seemed perfectly sincere. And unless she had completely lost her mind, he had just walked through that solid wall. ..."We can get out the same way that you got in?" Mari asked. "Through imaginary holes in the imaginary wall?" She wondered how her guild would feel about seeing that in her report. Actually, she didn't have to wonder, but she wasn't about to turn down a chance at escape. The Mage took a deep breath and swayed on his feet. "No.""No?""Unfortunately—" Alain collapsed into a seated position on the cot next to her—"the effort of finding you has exhausted me. There were several walls to get through. I can do no more for some time. I am probably incapable of any major effort until morning." He shook his head. "I did not plan this well. Maybe the elders are right and seventeen is simply too young to be a Mage."Mari stared at him. "Are you telling me that you came to rescue me, following a metaphorical thread through imaginary holes, but now that you're in the same cell with me you can't get us out?""Yes, that is correct. This one erred.""That one sure did. Now instead of one of us being stuck in here, we're both stuck in here."The Mage gave her a look which actually betrayed a trace of irritation. He must have really been exhausted for such a feeling to show. "I do not have much experience with rescues. Are you always so difficult?
— Jack Campbell, The Dragons of Dorcastle
Though Queen Victoria in England had suggested that makeup was impolite, even vanity, Gideon saw it as yet another weapon. It was not so different from magic.
— Thomm Quackenbush, Flies to Wanton Boys
She didn't know any better. Nobody had ever told her that she couldn't. Because of this, she moved through the city like some faerie creature. She walked roads no one else could see, and it made her music wild and strange and free.
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear
Thoughts are powerful, one thinking for something makes big changes... you try... Imagine this say "I want to fuck", then imaginate a girl. A woman which is 18 years old, blonde hair, white skin, big ass, big boobs, long legs, and likes to play with dicks... Think few times on such type of stuff and look the magic!
— Deyth Banger
Magic is always an illusion and love a magic of illusion.
— Amit Abraham
Belief is both a marvelous and a terrible thing. Belief makes things real.
— H.J. Blenkinsop, Kitty Tweddle and the Wishing Well
[H]e had heard of, but given little credence to, magic. There was always someone talking of folk remedies and charms, but it seemed to him the inclination of fools misunderstanding chance.
— Thomm Quackenbush, Flies to Wanton Boys
The heightened sanity of science and the sheer lunacy of magic. It's in the area where they overlap that we both are able to find... ecstasy!
— Matt Kindt, MIND MGMT, Volume Six: The Immortals
The magic of everyday life is the sacred moment.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Before you find the magic of life you have to open yourself up to the possibility of it being there.
— Bette Lee Crosby, Memory House
Before the day there was only endless night. When the stars rained down from the skies, and giants and other unfathomable creatures roamed the land, there was a goddess who ruled over them all because she had been clever enough to figure out the secret of time and how to walk between worlds.
— Scarlett Amaris, Saurimonde III
I remember what I must do, even if it makes me the villain of my own story
— Josephine Angelini, Trial by Fire
There must be something in books, things we can't imagine.
— Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
I have the idea that we grandmothers are meant to play the part of protective witches; we must watch over younger women, children, community, and also, why not?, this mistreated planet, the victim of such unrelenting desecration. I would like to fly on a broomstick and dance in the moonlight with other pagan witches in the forest, invoking earth forces and howling demons; I want to become a wise old crone, to learn ancient spells and healers' secrets. It is no small thing, this design of mine. Witches, like saints, are solitary stars that shine with a light of their own; they depend on nothing and no one, which is why they have no fear and can plunge blindly into the abyss with the assurance that instead of crashing to earth, they will fly back out. They can change into birds and see the world from above, or worms to see it from within, they can inhabit other dimensions and travel to other galaxies, they are navigators on an infinite ocean of consciousness and cognition.
— Isabel Allende, Paula
things like how to tell the age of a tree, the dances of the moon and tides, and the names of the clouds-like cumulonimbus and nimbosttratus-that sounded lie magic spells on his tongue.
— Michelle Cuevas, Beyond the Laughing Sky
As they walked, a sudden rush of wind hurled low across the grass, bringing with it the scent of moving water and rocks hidden in shadows, and Blue thrilled again and again with the knowledge that magic was real, magic was real, magic was real.
— Maggie Stiefvater, The Dream Thieves
Where there is life, there will be magic; the one generates the other.
— Kate Griffin, A Madness of Angels
...for life is magic, magic is life, the left-over life we don't even notice we're living.
— Kate Griffin
When we blaze, when we fight, when we rejoice, then I am all us, for that is all we are. When I am...afraid...we do not understand, do not like these things. We are me. It is...frightening, having to be me.
— Kate Griffin, A Madness of Angels
Horror make me awake and when I don't think about it but I read it it make me sleepy!
— Deyth Banger
Magic = Chess, Chess is with strategy, doing moves which people think that they are random, but they aren't random. They are part of the strategy. The same is in the magic. However, the magic, have the ability to distraction!
— Deyth Banger
Life is magic.I knew, without having to ask, what she meant. Life was not the magic of spells or enchantments or sorcery; or, it was, but that was not the point. Life created magic as an accidental by-product, it wasn't, definite article, absolute statement, A=B, magic. Life was magic in a more mundane sense of the word; the act of living being magic all of its own.This was something we instinctively understood - it simply hadn't occurred to us that it might need explaining.
— Kate Griffin, A Madness of Angels
When something flipping out to the worse, don't feel bad. But be strong and make yourself hard so that the situations stop taking chance to hurt you.
— Giridhar Alwar
Be as a seed, a seed for change. Allow my gift to grow and rearrange. Multiple blessings for many. For those with none, let there be plenty. p64
— Alexandra Chauran, Clearing Clutter: Physical, Mental, and Spiritual
Walk a bit further. There is a different land not far away. The people in it have the magic to break the icy fingers of the great death.I heard that you don’t even have to pay.However, you have to find their door.It is only found by those who pay the other price.
— Donna Goddard, Love's Longing
Of course I believe in magic. I believe in storytelling.
— Luke  Taylor
Everyone's immortal until they're not.
— V.E. Schwab, A Gathering of Shadows
We still have time," Kell assured him, getting to his feet."How do you know?" asked Hastra. "We can't hear the bells down here, and there are no windows to gauge the light." "Magic," Kell said, and then, when Hastra's eyes widened, he gestured to the hourglass sitting on the table with his other tools. "And that.
— V.E. Schwab, A Gathering of Shadows
I love to see the sunshine on the wings of the Dragonflies... there is magic in it.
— Ama H. Vanniarachchy
Magic has a logic, like algebra. Once you get to know it, it's easy. If this, then that. You write with a pencil, you don't make frog soup with it.
— Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland
A dark night, lightened up by thousands of glowing fireflies... It's magical...
— Ama H. Vanniarachchy
He spoke!" Ivan said, eyes wide. "The dog talked! Oh my god."	"An ancient witch you can believe in, but not a talking dragon that looks like a dog?" Chudo-Yudo said, sounding slightly piqued. "Hmph. Young people today have such limited imaginations.
— Deborah Blake, Wickedly Magical
deprived of magic, wonder wanes
— John J. Geddes
I've seen some pretty strange things in my life, and more of them make me think magic is possible than not.
— Bailey Cates, Brownies and Broomsticks
Without Bardawulf's pelt about me I felt naked before the crowds, yet I knew what I would invite if folk saw me wearing it. The whispers would become shouts, the shouts accusations, and finally cries of terror, and even if they did not whip me at the post or burn me for my gramarye, the fear would swell within their minds. Their thoughts would focus on naught but me. And I would find myself at the mercy of an onslaught of geiste from which even Lynae would be unable to defend me.
— Hazel Butler, Bleizgeist
The same good folk who would burn me for a psychal now paid me to use my cursed gramarye to guard their sheep.
— Hazel Butler, Bleizgeist
You're the Baba Yaga?" He gazed at her in disbelief. "But the Baba Yaga is an ugly old crone, and you're, you're... not!
— Deborah Blake, Wickedly Magical
Something tells me this isn't going to end well for everyone involved. Someone may get turned into a frog yet." And that was the good news.
— Deborah Blake, Wickedly Magical
All magic comes with a price. A price that is never revealed until after the damage has been done.
— Morgan Rhodes, Frozen Tides
Gansey always thought that, after dark, it felt like anything could happen. At night, Henrietta felt like magic, and at night, magic felt like it might be a terrible thing.
— Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven Boys
Magic. For the first time, she heard the word and felt a twist in her stomach, a little thrill. Having that kind of power, that kind of influence... it was a wicked thing.
— Rhiannon Thomas, A Wicked Thing
Magic is magic. It isn’t good or bad in and of itself. It’s the intent that matters. Ideally, you treat magic as a gift and you use it to influence natural forces to help and to heal. It’s a positive act.
— Dani Harper, The Holiday Spirit
There once were four sistersWho were exceptionally ordinary,But desired more than a maiden should desireRavaged by their shameful wantsTheir loving hearts never bloomedInstead four wicked bramblesGrew in their placeEach taintedWith poisonous magic
— Elissa Sussman
One of the reasons ordinary people are incapable of magic is simple dearth of conviction.
— Michael Cunningham, A Wild Swan: And Other Tales
I just read few books, and this books made a magic in my life.
— Deyth Banger
The unknown is sexier that the revealed. All magic tricks are a disappointment once you learn how they’re done.
— L.H. Cosway, Still Life with Strings
There is magic in the old and magic in the new
—  the trick is to successfully combine the two.
he waves settled to soft ripples, and he still hadn’t surfaced. “Isaac?” she swept her arms through the dark water, calling him, but encountered nothing but slimy weeds. Another few seconds and she was in panic mode.She ducked her head beneath the surface and swam down as deep as she could, reaching out in front of her blindly. Suddenly, a strong hand clamped around her ankle. She instinctively kicked and fought her way up for air, gasping as she reached the surface, but he didn’t let go, only shifted his grip to her thighs as he pulled her close and guided her legs around his waist.“That was mean,” she gasped, very aware of every inch of him in physical contact with her.His gaze dipped down to the tops of her breasts showing through the thin fabric of her bra, and his arms tightened around her. “I can’t seem to form thoughts at the moment,” he groaned, pressing a kiss to her mouth before scraping down the side of her neck. “But I’m fairly certain you would take the title for meanness if we were keeping score,” he murmured against her skin.She broke out in goose bumps all the way down to her toes, and it had nothing to do with the chill in the water.
— Chloe Jacobs, Greta and the Lost Army
Live whatever draws out the magic within.
— A.D. Posey
Once you realize life is magic, you will never look upon the world with dimmed eyes again.
— A.D. Posey
Things are wonderful when we look at them with magic in our hearts.
— Debasish Mridha
HAPPY MY FAILURES ARE LESSON FOR OTHERS,BUT THEY DIDN'T KNOW MY TROUBLES,YET I BELIEVE I CAN FLY WITH MY FEATHERS,I HAVE MAGIC TO DO WONDERS.
— merlin8thomas
Alex has met them at the restaurant with his latest girlfriend, black-banged Lola, a performance artist who claims to have studied magic.
— Ron Childress
He strolled over to the refrigerator, opened the door with one paw, and delicately picked up a beer between his teeth. He waited until clothes had stopped arcing through the air and hand it to Barbara.
— Deborah Blake, Wickedly Magical
Hmm," she said. "'Curiouser and curiouser,' to quote Alice.
— Deborah Blake, Wickedly Magical
Barrie wanted to fall into him, her lost to his found, her need to his want. Kissing was like the physical form of magic, all potential and the sense that anything might happen. When she was kissing Eight, she felt like she could fly.
— Martina Boone, Persuasion
He gave Sophie the smile which had no doubt charmed the Witch of the Waste and possibly Lettie too, firing it along the fork, across the cream, straight into Sophie’s eyes, dazzlingly. “If you can bully Calcifer, the King should give you no trouble at all.” Sophie stared through the dazzle and said nothing. This, she thought, was where she slithered out. She was leaving. It was too bad about Calcifer’s contract. She had had enough of Howl. First green slime, then glaring at her for something Calcifer had done quite freely, and now this! Tomorrow she would slip off to Upper Folding and tell Lettie all about it.
— Diana Wynne Jones, Howl's Moving Castle
Don't be anyone's firefly in a jar! A lot of people are attracted to the light. Some are also intimidated by it. They selfishly try to keep it for themselves. Sometimes it happens so fast, you don't even realize you're being captured. There is magic within you that will suffocate in a jar. If you wake up one morning and realize there's a lid above you, do whatever it takes to free yourself. Life is much better beyond the jar. The world needs your light! Shine, Baby, shine!
— Sheri   Fink
Is something the matter?” Calcifer asked. “Yes. My heart. There was a scarecrow at the door!” Sophie gasped. “What has a scarecrow to do with your heart?” Calcifer asked. “It was trying to get in here. It gave me a terrible fright. And my heart—but you wouldn’t understand, you silly young demon!” Sophie panted. “You haven’t got a heart.” “Yes I have,” Calcifer said, as proudly as he had revealed his arm. “Down in the glowing part under the logs. And don’t call me young. I’m a good million years older than you are! Can I reduce the speed of the castle now?
— Diana Wynne Jones, Howl's Moving Castle
Life is never that clean," he assures her. "Neither is magic.
— Matt Wallace, Envy of Angels
I know I play with danger every time I swim, but I need this. I’m Mer and the ocean is mine.
— Tabi Card, Mersong
The real protagonist of the story, however, is the magic ring, because it is the movements of the ring that determine those of the characters and because it is the ring that establishes the relationships between them. Around the magic object there forms a kind of force field that is in fact the territory of the story itself. We might say that the magic object is an outward and visible sign that reveals the connection between people or between events. . . We might even say that in a narrative any object is always magic.
— Italo Calvino, Six Memos For The Next Millennium
What good is magic, if you can't use it to help people?
— Tamora Pierce, Daja's Book
He had won. He could release her at any time. But her lips... those soft, sweet petals were parting tremulously at the touch of his tongue, and she was granting him entry to the warmth of her mouth. He thrust boldly inside, wanting but one taste of her. Only one.
— Shelly Thacker, Forever His
Some do magic, some are god. Most seems a lie, yet most is true. It all depends on the definitions of words within ones illusion of the world.
— L.H.
Humankind has always had access to Shadow -- dreams, nightmares, legends, inspiration, Humanity taps into Shadow every day. And when we die, we pass into Twilight.
— Erin Kellison, Shadow Touched
Please," her shadow begged.	Laughingstock for sure.	"I can't give you what you want," Cam said. "You know that." She had to know that.
— Erin Kellison, Shadow Touched
Shadow is on the move," a soldier said suddenly....	"We spotted her in the West atrium, then she vanished into the unfinished apartments. Scared the shit out of Dr. Marea on four, then ended up in the kitchen ogling a cheesecake.
— Erin Kellison, Shadow Touched
Evan guessed what the monster was going to do a second before it happened. He seized Jed’s collar and pulled him down as the Psyking spewed forth a torrent of icy vapour. The frost fire stuck the rock behind them, turning it into an icicle.
— Will   Collins, A Darker Shade of Sorcery
Why would anyone bother making door-keys shrink?’ said George.‘Just Muggle-baiting,’ sighed Mr Weasley. ‘Sell them a key that keeps shrinking to nothing so they can never find it when they need it ... Of course, it’s very hard to convict anyone because no Muggle would admit their key keeps shrinking – they’ll insist they just keep losing it. Bless them, they’ll go to any lengths to ignore magic, even if it’s staring them in the face ...
— J.K. Rowling
Life doesn’t need magic to be magical.(But a little bit sure doesn't hurt.)
— Laini Taylor, Night of Cake & Puppets
Do you believe in magic?" she asked. "I believe in you," he said. "And you're the closest thing to magic that I've found.
— John Mark Green
I’ve been lucky enough to cross paths with these angels who seem to brush the dust off my wings so effortlessly. These wonderful people I don’t and will never know. I want to be one of them. I want to be many of them. Radiating, resonating, finding lost souls and then exhaling magic.
— Hillary Wen
They dabbled in dark magic like finger painters in first grade art class, and then most of them were either killed by their creations or ran the other way from the nightmares they unleashed.
— Katherine McIntyre, Hunting for Spring
My world had gone from normal to magical in only a few days. Everything I’d once believed to be true had been turned upside down, and even though it was crazy and possibly dangerous, I loved every second of it.
— Michelle Madow, The Prophecy of Shadows
This magic does not work with anger.
— Mark Andrew Poe, Wand Paper Scissors
I would much rather have a life filled with magic than one filled with the mundane.
— Debbie Viguié, Midnight Pearls: A Retelling of The Little Mermaid
Lou could imagine Rich hiding within. She closed her eyes, letting her mind wander, search, and finally focus on him. Hurry up, Rich, she thought. Feeling the tug of connection, a thrill of anticipation ran up her spine. Lou didn't let herself nudge events often, but she did it today.
— Danika Stone, Edge of Wild
Remember your magic.
— Mark Andrew Poe, Wand Paper Scissors
Because you tred upon my dreams, the world is made of magic things.
— David Paul Kirkpatrick
How was she supposed to be in the same room with the man that made her want to simultaneously kiss him and kill him?
— Julia Mills, Her Love, Her Dragon: The Saga Begins
Life is an illusion. Don’t forget to enjoy the magnificence of magic.
— Debasish Mridha M.D.
Her long beautiful red hair wasn’t what got me to stare. It was her beautiful heart that I heard beating when I thought no one was there. Her hugs wasn’t what got me to stay, it was the thought of me being alone again and I was afraid. She completes me more than she knows. I admire her more than I show, they say true love is hard to find but, I don’t believe that because once I saw her in my dreams, I knew she was mines. I’ve waited for this day for so long and she never knew it, I plan to give her the world. Lord please don’t let me blow it.
— N.I.
Another revolution around the sun and I was still no closer to getting home. Laying on my lumpy mattress in my blood-stained shirt and dusty jeans with my arm over my eyes, I tried to imagine I was lying on Violet's couch. Clara paced in her cell and I let myself believe it was Violet, padding around the kitchen. My memory kicked up the image of her in tiny cotton shorts and a baggy Beatles t-shirt making coffee. My chest swelled and more than ever I wished I could see her face again, hear her voice.
— Allison Sipe, Avalon: A Soothsayer Novella: Magic Is All Around Us
My body felt heavy. It grew harder to thrash around, to move at all. I opened my mouth to scream again but no sound came from my blood-soaked lips. My eyelids fluttered closed and the world disappeared around me as I took the last few breath of my life.
— Allison Sipe, Soothsayer: Magic Is All Around Us
, But the streets need cleaning, brother," Gromph said. "That is why the gods gave us magic, brother," Jarlaxle replied in the same smug tone. "To perform the mundane tasks of life.
— R.A. Salvatore
If you do not have the courage to be yourself, what will you be?
— The Silver Elves, Living the Personal Myth: Making the Magic of Faerie Real in One's Own Life
The goblins have been after me ever since I helped the Coven drive them out of Essex. (They were gobbling up drunk people in club bathrooms, and the Mage was worried about losing regional slang.) I think the goblin who successfully offs me gets to be king.
— Rainbow Rowell, Carry On
It is important to view a recipe book as one that you use daily and what we in our family call "a living book" — a book that you use all the time, not just read once and discard on the shelf. It is in a sense a spell book, a book of magical enchantments, to be consulted, used and altered as needed.
— The Silver Elves, The Elf Folks' Book of Cookery: Recipes for a Delighted Tongue, a Healthy Body and a Magical Life
My cooking spoon,My magic wand, Of this dish,You will be fond.
— The Silver Elves, The Elf Folks' Book of Cookery: Recipes for a Delighted Tongue, a Healthy Body and a Magical Life
With you it's different, There isn't a catostrophic emotion of endorphines, but there is a silent feeling of contentment & peace. I won't deny I have my fears, but your worth the discovery.
— Nikki Rowe
It's a weapon we have, and we need all the weapons we can get
— Sara Raasch, Ice Like Fire
The Elven Way passes beyond the fields of the known into the forest of the unknown, illuminated by the glow of the elves.
— The Silver Elves, The Elven Way: The Magical Path of the Shining Ones
Healing Magic I instill,Far Greater this,Than any pill!
— The Silver Elves, The Elf Folks' Book of Cookery: Recipes for a Delighted Tongue, a Healthy Body and a Magical Life
He loved to meditate on a land laid waste, Britain deserted by the legions, the rare pavements riven by frost, Celtic magic still brooding on the wild hills and in the black depths of the forest, the rosy marbles stained with rain, and the walls growing grey.
— Arthur Machen
It is easy to trip over a rock when you are watching everyone else's footsteps.
— The Silver Elves, The Elven Way: The Magical Path of the Shining Ones
She would have found it peaceful and relaxing here, but in every town they traveled through, people radiated anxiety under uneasy masks of optimism. Their dependency on magic had made them nearly helpless now that everything magical was corrupted.
— Colleen Chen, Dysmorphic Kingdom
Lessons in magic from a mysterious boy who belonged to a hidden Ferisher court called the Wild — I couldn't think of anything that would horrify my parents more. Therefore, the proposition became exponentially more enticing.
— Ann Aguirre, Corsets & Clockwork: 13 Steampunk Romances
No one will shake my conviction that those leaders of men, who are in the nature of carbuncles, of semi-conscious abscesses, who draw feverish crowds to them like noxious humours, have an innate knowledge of arrested time. They play with those vacant moments as though at a game of chequers. A fraction of suspended, frozen time, of inert time, jammed like a wedge into the most wonderfully oiled cogs of the most lucid of minds: and the whole mechanism is brought crashing to the ground, prepared to accept any authority, to endorse the most monstrous aberrations, especially collective ones.
— Jacques Yonnet, Paris Noir: The Secret History of a City
I am not a women that takes anything for granted, I'll lay endlessly With you and talk about meaningful and logical, I'll watch the stars at midnight and the way they twinkle back; to let me know they see me too, I'll wind the window down just to feel the breeze, I'll turn the music up when I love a song, I'll sit with the ocean when I feel lost, I'll cry when my heart hurts & I'll listen to you when yours is hurting too, I know the kind of women I am, and im not shy in showing her to the world.
— Nikki Rowe
I love memory sticks. They seem to me to be magic.
— Ruth Rendell
Magic was a truly beautiful disease.
— V.E. Schwab
Ah, the bliss of Mahotsava!What joy it brings to every heart!What a rare and precious chanceTo share all knowledge with the wise,And bless and love all peoples of the Earth!”—Book of Secrets I, 1
— Robert Delgado, Book of Secrets
Marvel comes quickly, cloaked in the mundane. It's the woman waking to the smell of smoke as fire spreads, miles away, through her brother's house. It's the sharp flash of recognition as a young man glimpses, in the ordinary hubbub, the stranger with whom he will share his life. It's a mother's dream of her baby, blue in the cold store, six months before he comes, stillborn, into the world. Even the Church Fathers admitted the category of marvelous- or mirabilis, as they knew it. For them it was an irksome classification. A grey area.Compare the marvel with it's less troublesome metaphysical kin. In the thirteenth century, the miracle reflected the steady-handed authorship of the divine- truth made manifest. Similarly magic, or magicus, demonstrated with tell-tale showmanship the desperate guile of the devil. The marvel, however, was of poor performance and tended, therefore, towards ambiguity. It took shape in the merely mortal sphere. It seemed to lack the requisite supernatural chutzpah. Here, the clergy were typically surplus to requirements. Yet, if less outwardly compelling, the marvel was also less easily contained than either the miraculous or the magical. It remained more elusive. More stubborn. And if finally reducible in time, with the erosions of memory, to rationalization, anecdote, drinking tale or woman's lore, the marvel also rarely failed to leave behind a certain residual uncertainty. A discomfiting sense of possibility. Or, on bolder occasions, an appetite for wonder.
— Alison MacLeod, Wave Theory of Angels
I mean real magic of course-- because in a few pages, you'll discover that this is a magical pencil box hat, which is pretty lucky really, because you don't find too many of those nowadays.
— Dianne Bright, Gracie and the Magical Pencil Box Hat
Because when you try too hard to hold on to something, you break it...Sometimes, we need to let go so that other people can have their chance at the magic.
— Cassie Beasley, Circus Mirandus
Actors and actresses make magic,' I said. 'They make things happen on the stage; they invent; they create.
— Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat
There is magic everywhere around you, but most people are too busy being grownup to notice it.
— Sassafras Lowrey, Lost Boi
Last century’s magic is this year’s science.
— Cherie Priest, Maplecroft
It's witchcraft with all the crusts cut off, and real witchcraft is ALL crusts.
— Terry Pratchett, I Shall Wear Midnight
Imagine if we were all magical leprechauns, and every wish ever made on a four-leaf clover obliged us to help others obtain their wishes. Now imagine if people simply lived like this were true.
— Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes
I had said before that all stories were magic. It had never occurred to me that all magic was stories.
— Jim C. Hines, Unbound
Maths is at only one remove from magic.
— Neel Burton
I don't know how magical GPS works. I don't want to mess with the signal.
— Faith McKay, Prophecy Girl
Follow your bliss and let the magic of life happen.
— Janelle Jalbert
That's what you people never understand," said Rincewind, wearily. "You think magic is just something you can pick up and use like a, a -""Parsnip?" said Nijel."Wine Bottle?" said the Seriph."Something like that," said Rincewind cautiously, but rallied somewhat and went on, "But the truth is, is -""Not like that?""More like a wine bottle?" said the Seriph hopefully."Magic uses people," said Rincewind hurriedly. "It affects you as much as you affect it, sort of thing. You can't mess around with magical things without it affecting you. I just thought I'd better warn you.""Like a wine bottle," said Creosote, "that -""- drinks you back," said Rincewind.
— Terry Pratchett, Sourcery
Oh, more people than not have some magic, they just forget about it. Children use it all the time - what do you think jump rope rhymes are, or bouncing ball games, or cat's cradles? Where do you think that girl, Aiffe, draws her power? Because she refuses to forget, that's all it is.
— Peter S. Beagle, The Folk of the Air
I believe in magic. I believe our destiny is not carved in stone and that one thought is the seed to a new life or a different path. I believe in the power of the cards to illuminate what you already know and to awaken the wisdom inside of you.I believe how we think and experience life matters and I believe in the power of the cards to shift our thoughts and therefore create more positive experiences.I believe in the magic of the cards to inspire us to let go of old ideas and restrictions.
— Tonya Sheridan
Cursed, I was cursed, and my mother said she’d given up magic for good, said it was a terrible thing, but she wasn’t above using it to keep me at her side, and she’s a hypocrite, a liar, a fraud and phony, and I hate her I hate her I hate her!
— Kendall Kulper, Salt & Storm
Wow, a trifecta: Murder, Madness and Magic, the three things you hate most of anything in the world.
— Chris Dee, World's Finest: Red Cape, Big City
I stretched out on the carpet, eyes glazed over, my heart whirring with frustration and fear, and as my mother’s curse slowly, firmly, pushed my eyelids closed, my body went still. But on the inside I was screaming.
— Kendall Kulper, Salt & Storm
In a near-by clearing, Cricket and How-Ya-Do came upon a ridiculously comical sight.  It was an extra-large hyper-manic bird yelling at the funniest looking Crawfish that she had ever seen. The Crawfish stood over a foot tall, which just does not happen, and he was wearing a light-blue beanie and gold chains around his neck.
— Darwun St. James, CRICKET
That poor innocent snake was far more terrified of Nana then she ever was of the snake. Cricket could barely believe her eyes, but when that shotgun went off with a boom so did the snake. Up until yesterday, Cricket had never seen a snake fly!
— Darwun St. James, CRICKET
Something that sounded like ripping metal shredded the deadly quiet. The inaudible bass smoothed into a low, steady hum. Outside, a low, mechanical growl rumbled closer and closer. Darius caught his breath. He knew that sound, and it wasn't magic.It was a motorcycle.
— Laura  Oliva, Season Of The Witch
Peasants brought up on a tradition of superstitious magic could hardly be expected to distinguish between such ostensibly Christian rituals and the mumbled incantations of the local wizard. And so, to the discomfort of the priests, many came to regard elements of Christian devotion as simple magical spells. The Latin Mass was, after all, incomprehensible to the common people, so it already had the aspect of an occult formula. It came to be seen, like magic, as an essentially mechanical rite through which absolution was achieved by observing the correct procedures. In that case, there was no real need for faith.
— Philip Ball, The Devil's Doctor: Paracelsus and the World of Renaissance Magic and Science
He kept glancing at my hair, and that meant one of three things; he was trying to figure out if I dye, he had never seen a ginger before in his life, or he was wondering whether the carpet matched the drapes.Martinez, Katerina (2014-09-25). Midnight Magick: A Romantic Witch Suspense (Amber Lee Mysteries Book 1) (Kindle Locations 202-203). Katerina Martinez. Kindle Edition.
— Katerina Martinez, Midnight Magick
Bruce hates magic. He’s a scientist; he has a rational mind. And he respects natural law even more, if possible, than manmade ones. Magic lets someone cheat those laws, and he hates it.
— Chris Dee, World's Finest: Red Cape, Big City
Losing path is a magic! If you can enjoy with the unknown path, you shall find the exit much quicker!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
The magic fades too fastthe scent of summer never lasts the nights turn hollow and vast but nothing remains...nothing lasts.
— Sanober  Khan
Don't let the muggles get you down.
— Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
The will of this boy thief flows in golden streams. It is the thread with which I weave, the colors with which I paint, the element with which I create.
— Jessica Khoury, The Forbidden Wish
the nights would be orphaned without the sound of crickets chirping.
— Sanober  Khan