#magic

When I was a little kid - and even still - I loved magic tricks. When I saw how movies got made - at least had a glimpse when I went on the Universal Studios tour with my grandfather, I remember feeling like this was another means by which I could do magic. ↗

— J. J. Abrams

#could #even #feeling #glimpse #got

First of all, writing at best - certainly fiction writing - more and more I think is magic. ↗

— Kathy Acker

#certainly #fiction #fiction writing #first #first of all

I just thought it was magic that you could stick a bit of paper in some coffee-type liquid and a picture comes out. ↗

— David Bailey

#comes #could #i #just #liquid

Are you in earnest? Seize this very minute! Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. Only engage, and then the mind grows heated. Begin, and then the work will be completed. ↗

— Jean Anouilh

#boldness #completed #earnest #engage #genius

To put down an ideogram of a table so that people will recognize it as a table is not the work of a painter, but to sense it for a moment as a magic carpet with a leg hanging down at each corner is the beginning of a painter's imagination. ↗

— Frank Auerbach

#carpet #corner #down #each #hanging

Family, work, familiarity. Listen, if I had a magic wand and I could make myself really be happy, I'd zap me onto a farm. And I know nothing about farming. ↗

— Scott Baio

#be happy #could #familiarity #family #farm

But obviously as television began, it so undercut movies that he was trying to think of a way to combine seeing these special things, and the fact that people were just captivated by the magic box. ↗

— Bob Balaban

#box #captivated #combine #fact #just

The absolute dependence of a newborn infant inspired many things in me, but it did not activate any magical knowledge about what to do for the next twenty years. ↗

— Mary Kay Blakely

#absolute #activate #any #dependence #did

My power grew angry that it was confined to my petite frame and pulled against my taut skin. Growing bolder, it tore through my skin to lay flat against my outer edge. The glowing energy began to solidify against my flesh; it lengthened to mold itself to my frame and contained me in a transparent cocoon. I flexed my fingers against the waxy surface and began to panic. I was cut off from my coven now and could not feel their thoughts. I could see the panic on their faces as I fell onto my side to convulse. ↗

— J.D. Stroube

#cocoon #frame #horror #magic #paranormal

Oberon’s been kidnapped along with one of the werewolves, and that’s why we’re all so upset. We’ll talk more tomorrow, and I promise to answer all your questions if I survive the night,” I said. The widow’s eyebrows raised. “Ye’ve got all these nasty pooches to run around with and ye still might die?” “I’m going to go fight with a god, some demons, and a coven of witches who all want to kill me,” I said, “so it’s a distinct possibility.” “Are y’goin’ t’kill ’em back?” “I’d certainly like to.” “Attaboy,” the widow chuckled. “Off y’go, then. Kill every last one o’ the bastards and call me in the mornin’. ↗

— Kevin Hearne

#irish #magic #werewolf #widow #witch