magic

At its most elemental, a spell is no more than a recipe for change.

The world was all magic, and he had a special bottle of it in his right hand.

One misspoken word and the world will no longer know you. Mark Andrew Ramsay

By the standards of magical society they__ fallen at the first hurdle: they hadn__ had the basic good sense to keep their shit to themselves.

At home I walked through a haze of belongings that knew, at least vaguely, who they belonged to. Grampar__ chair resented anyone else sitting on it as much as he did himself. Gramma__ shirts and jumpers adjusted themselves to hide her missing breast. My mother__ shoes positively vibrated with consciousness. Our toys looked out for us. There was a potato knife in the kitchen that Gramma couldn__ use. It was an ordinary enough brown-handled thing, but she__ cut herself with it once, and ever after it wanted more of her blood. If I rummaged through the kitchen drawer, I could feel it brooding. After she died, that faded. Then there were the coffee spoons, rarely used, tiny, a wedding present. They were made of silver, and they knew themselves superior to everything else and special.None of these things did anything. The coffee spoons didn__ stir the coffee without being held or anything. They didn__ have conversations with the sugar tongs about who was the most cherished. I suppose what they really did was physiological. They confirmed the past, they connected everything, they were threads in a tapestry.

The pale pink light of dawn sparkled on branch and leaf and stone. Every blade of grass was carved from emerald, every drip of water turned to diamond. Flowers and mushrooms alike wore coats of glass. Even the mud puddles had a bright brown sheen. Through the shimmering greenery, the black tents of his brothers were encased in a fine glaze of ice. So there is magic beyond the Wall after all.

Sometimes, the smallest moments in your life have the greatest impact. They soar straight into a place deep inside you, and resonate with the very core of your heart, sinking deep into your memory, to remind you later, that life and love can bring you magic you didn__ know existed.

There was a feeling on the air like the eve of the end of the world...

There is magic in this wonderful life, but only if you choose to do more than just exist; the magic is found when we choose to live.

Throughout his life, Bradbury liked to recount the story of meeting a carnival magician, Mr. Electrico, in 1932. At the end of his performance Electrico reached out to the twelve-year-old Bradbury, touched the boy with his sword, and commanded, Live forever! Bradbury later said, I decided that was the greatest idea I had ever heard. I started writing every day. I never stopped.

Just because you don__ know how on Earth something might be achieved doesn__ mean you shouldn__ allow yourself to really, really want it. That__ the essence of a dream, the realms of magic and of miracles.

Now that the barn has burned down, I can see the moon. - Persian proverb

I learned that the day "The Viper's Drag" slipped from between my fingers. But whatever might be lost or broken or forgotten is nothing compared to the miraculous rebirth that occurs every time the needle hits the groove. Here is Fats Waller Himself, not dead but present, so present that he overwhelms the well-ordered precincts of the living room. The sound sprawls. What vibrates here has more life than any room.

A man without equals is a dangerous man indeed. He must exercise the most difficult of attributes, restraint.

The stuffs you're good at and the stuffs you're bad at are just different parts of the same thing. Same goes for people you love and the people you don't. And the people who love you and the people who don't. The only thing that mattered was that you cared about a few people.

(Evil people) do not believe in forgiveness. Their transgressions are either punished or not punished. That is the only result that matters.

You will remember that Albertus Magnus, after describing minutely the process by which spirits may be invoked and commanded, adds emphatically that the process will instruct and avail only to the few - that a man must be born a magician! - that is, born with a peculiar physical temperament, as a man is born a poet. Rarely are men in whose constitution lurks this occult power of the highest order of intellect - usually in the intellect there is some twist, perversity, or disease.' ("The House And The Brain")

It is not Love that is the crime and it is not Love that is the sin. It is the absence of it!__Rcher Tariq - "A Rising Darkness