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“Magic is channeling what you feel into something you can touch and see. First, you have to believe. Then you have to learn to translate emotions into words, or words into emotions, and then images into either.”
― Spellbound Under The Spanish Moss: A Southern Tale of Magic
― Spellbound Under The Spanish Moss: A Southern Tale of Magic
“I'll tell you a secret: Every adult was a kid once and is learning how to be a parent along the way.”
― Spellbound Under The Spanish Moss: A Southern Tale of Magic
― Spellbound Under The Spanish Moss: A Southern Tale of Magic
“The witch's eyes glint with an ominous mixture of the green and black and purple the sky turns before a tornado. Her lips and cheeks hint at a beauty behind a smile she has forgotten how to use. A patina of loneliness and years past obscure an allure that was more pronounced once upon a time.”
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“Fear drowns more men than water. You can feel it, but don't let it choke you.”
― Spellbound Under The Spanish Moss: A Southern Tale of Magic
― Spellbound Under The Spanish Moss: A Southern Tale of Magic
“Some firebreathers have to use props, gasoline, all that extra stuff," explains the Ringmaster.
"But not this one. He's real. That's why I gave him the stage name Dragon.
"And the clowns? Why do they look so sad?"
"Ah, yes. Their girlfriend ran off with the strongman yesterday."
"Their girlfriend?"
"Yes, she was a contortionist. And clowns share everything.”
― Spellbound Under The Spanish Moss: A Southern Tale of Magic
"But not this one. He's real. That's why I gave him the stage name Dragon.
"And the clowns? Why do they look so sad?"
"Ah, yes. Their girlfriend ran off with the strongman yesterday."
"Their girlfriend?"
"Yes, she was a contortionist. And clowns share everything.”
― Spellbound Under The Spanish Moss: A Southern Tale of Magic
“I hear the wind howlin' and roarin' like a freight train, and I know old Wally could be in for his last days. But I just kept my head down and prayed. Well, that tornado ripped me right up from the earth and sent me heavenbound, and I was swirled amongst the trees and the cows and houses and every imaginable thing. I held onto my banjo for dear life, and I began to sing and play and make the most of this terrible ride I found myself on. I suppose that tornado was soothed by my tune, because it soon slowed down, lowering me back to earth until I landed here.”
― Spellbound Under The Spanish Moss: A Southern Tale of Magic
― Spellbound Under The Spanish Moss: A Southern Tale of Magic
