#magi

Are you always so mistrusting?” he said, lifting a brow. “When my escort is a demon, yes. ↗

— Lia Davis

#demon #magic #paranormal-romance #the-divinities-series #witch

In the war of magic and religion, is magic ultimately the victor? Perhaps priest and magician were once one, but the priest, learning humility in the face of God, discarded the spell for prayer. ↗

— Patti Smith

#magic #magician #priest #religion #religion

If we have received a precious gift from God, it is our imagination. When we tap into our powers of imagination, we are bombs of possibilities. ↗

— Hiroko Sakai

#gift #god #imagination #power-of-imagination #art

Harness the imagination: Sometimes curbing her, sometimes giving her rein, for she is the whole of happiness. She sets to rights even the understanding. She sinks to tyranny, not satisfied with mere faith, but demanding works. Thus she becomes the mistress of life itself. She does so with pleasure or with pain, according to the nonsense presented. She makes people contented or discontented with themselves. By dangling before some nothing but the specter of their eternal suffering, she becomes the scourge of these fools. To others she shows nothing but fortune and romance, while merrily laughing. Of all this she is capable if not held in check by the wisest of wills. ↗

— Baltasar Gracián

#art

Magic's just science that we don't understand yet. ↗

— Arthur C. Clarke

#science #science

Glendower: I can call the spirits from the vasty deep. Hotspur: Why, so can I, or so can any man; But will they come, when you do call for them? ↗

— William Shakespeare

#science #science

Yesterday's fairy tale is today's fact. The magician is only one step ahead of his audience. ↗

— Anne Morrow Lindbergh

#fairy-tales #magic #reality #science #science

Magic is a science. Miracle is the work. Mind is a laboratory. ↗

— Toba Beta

#mind #miracle #science

Imagine you are Siri Keeton: You wake in an agony of resurrection, gasping after a record-shattering bout of sleep apnea spanning one hundred forty days. You can feel your blood, syrupy with dobutamine and leuenkephalin, forcing its way through arteries shriveled by months on standby. The body inflates in painful increments: blood vessels dilate; flesh peels apart from flesh; ribs crack in your ears with sudden unaccustomed flexion. Your joints have seized up through disuse. You're a stick-man, frozen in some perverse rigor vitae. You'd scream if you had the breath. Vampires did this all the time, you remember. It was normal for them, it was their own unique take on resource conservation. They could have taught your kind a few things about restraint, if that absurd aversion to right-angles hadn't done them in at the dawn of civilization. Maybe they still can. They're back now, after all— raised from the grave with the voodoo of paleogenetics, stitched together from junk genes and fossil marrow steeped in the blood of sociopaths and high-functioning autistics. One of them commands this very mission. A handful of his genes live on in your own body so it too can rise from the dead, here at the edge of interstellar space. Nobody gets past Jupiter without becoming part vampire. ↗

— Peter Watts

#science-fiction #space-travel #vampires #imagination

We do not need magic to transform our world. We carry all of the power we need inside ourselves already. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#need