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  • #1
    Charlotte Eriksson
    “... so this is for us.
    This is for us who sing, write, dance, act, study, run and love
    and this is for doing it even if no one will ever know
    because the beauty is in the act of doing it.
    Not what it can lead to.
    This is for the times I lose myself while writing, singing, playing
    and no one is around and they will never know
    but I will forever remember
    and that shines brighter than any praise or fame or glory I will ever have,
    and this is for you who write or play or read or sing
    by yourself with the light off and door closed
    when the world is asleep and the stars are aligned
    and maybe no one will ever hear it
    or read your words
    or know your thoughts
    but it doesn’t make it less glorious.
    It makes it ethereal. Mysterious.
    Infinite.
    For it belongs to you and whatever God or spirit you believe in
    and only you can decide how much it meant
    and means
    and will forever mean
    and other people will experience it too
    through you.
    Through your spirit. Through the way you talk.
    Through the way you walk and love and laugh and care
    and I never meant to write this long
    but what I want to say is:
    Don’t try to present your art by making other people read or hear or see or touch it; make them feel it. Wear your art like your heart on your sleeve and keep it alive by making people feel a little better. Feel a little lighter. Create art in order for yourself to become yourself
    and let your very existence be your song, your poem, your story.
    Let your very identity be your book.
    Let the way people say your name sound like the sweetest melody.

    So go create. Take photographs in the wood, run alone in the rain and sing your heart out high up on a mountain
    where no one will ever hear
    and your very existence will be the most hypnotising scar.
    Make your life be your art
    and you will never be forgotten.”
    Charlotte Eriksson, Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving

  • #2
    Charles de Lint
    “That's the thing about magic; you've got to know it's still here, all around us, or it just stays invisible for you.”
    Charles de Lint

  • #3
    Ransom Riggs
    “To have endured horrors, to have seen the worst of humanity and have your life made unrecognizable by it, to come out of all that honorable and brave— that was magical.”
    Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children

  • #4
    Erin Morgenstern
    “He goes directly to the ballroom, making his way to the center of the dance floor. He takes Celia’s arm, spinning her away from Herr Thiessen.
    Marco pulls her to him in an emerald embrace, so close that no one distinction remains between where his suite ends and her gown begins. To Celia there is suddenly no one else in the room as he holds her in his arms. But before she can vocalize her surprise, his lips close over hers and she is lost in wordless bliss.
    Marco kisses her as though they are the only two people in the world. The air swirls in a tempest around them, blowing open the glass doors to the garden with a tangle of billowing curtains. Every eye in the ballroom turns in their direction. And then he releases her and walks away. By the time Marco leaves the room, almost everyone has forgotten the incident entirely. It is replaced by a momentary confusion that is blamed on the heat or the excessive amounts of champagne. Herr Thiessen cannot recall why Celia has suddenly stopped dancing, or when her gown has shifted to its current deep green. “Is something wrong?” he asks, when he realizes that she is trembling.”
    Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

  • #5
    Jim  Butcher
    “Love is another kind of power, which shouldn't surprise you. Magic comes from emotions, among other things. And when two people are together, in that intimacy, when they really, selflessly love each other it changes them both. It lingers on in the energy of their lives, even when they are apart.”
    Jim Butcher, Blood Rites

  • #6
    Lev Grossman
    “I have a little theory that I'd like to air here, if I may. What is it that you think makes you magicians?" More silence. Fogg was well into rhetorical-question territory now anyway. He spoke more softly. "Is it because you are intelligent? Is it because you are brave and good? Is is because you're special?

    Maybe. Who knows. But I'll tell you something: I think you're magicians because you're unhappy. A magician is strong because he feels pain. He feels the difference between what the world is and what he would make of it. Or what did you think that stuff in your chest was? A magician is strong because he hurts more than others. His wound is his strength.

    Most people carry that pain around inside them their whole lives, until they kill the pain by other means, or until it kills them. But you, my friends, you found another way: a way to use the pain. To burn it as fuel, for light and warmth. You have learned to break the world that has tried to break you.”
    Lev Grossman, The Magicians

  • #7
    Sarah Addison Allen
    “Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people's legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world.”
    Sarah Addison Allen, The Sugar Queen

  • #8
    Robin McKinley
    “The big difference between my mom and me-- besides the fact that she is dead normal and I'm a magic-handling freak-- is that she's the real thing. She may have a slight problem seeing other people's points of view, but she's honest about it. She's a brass-bound bitch because she believes she knows best. I'm a brass-bound bitch because I don't want anyone getting close enough to find out what a whiny little knot of naked nerve endings I really am.”
    Robin McKinley, Sunshine

  • #9
    Erin Morgenstern
    “Is magic not enough to live for?" Widget asks.
    "Magic," the man in the grey suit repeats, turning the word into a laugh. "This is not magic. This is the way the world is, only very few people take the time to stop and note it. Look around you," he says, waving a hand at the surrounding tables. "Not a one of them even has an inkling of the things that are possible in this world, and what's worse is that none of them would listen if you attempted to enlighten them. They want to believe that magic is nothing but clever deception, because to think it real would keep them up at night, afraid of their own existence."
    "But some people can be enlightened," Widget says.”
    Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

  • #10
    Morgan Rhodes
    “Magic will find those with pure hearts, even when all seems lost.”
    Morgan Rhodes, Falling Kingdoms

  • #11
    Anthon St. Maarten
    “Dare to dream! If you did not have the capability to make your wildest wishes come true, your mind would not have the capacity to conjure such ideas in the first place. There is no limitation on what you can potentially achieve, except for the limitation you choose to impose on your own imagination. What you believe to be possible will always come to pass - to the extent that you deem it possible. It really is as simple as that.”
    Anthon St. Maarten

  • #12
    Frances Hodgson Burnett
    “Sometimes since I've been in the garden I've looked up through the trees at the sky and I have had a strange feeling of being happy as if something was pushing and drawing in my chest and making me breathe fast. Magic is always pushing and drawing and making things out of nothing. Everything is made out of magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In this garden - in all the places.”
    Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

  • #13
    Jim  Butcher
    “Magic comes from what is inside you. It is a part of you. You can't weave together a spell that you don't beleive in.”
    Jim Butcher

  • #14
    Sarah J. Maas
    “This witch had been crafted from the darkness between the stars.”
    Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

  • #15
    Neil Gaiman
    “M is for magic. All the letters are, if you put them together properly. You can make magic with them, and dreams, and, I hope, even a few surprises...”
    Neil Gaiman, M Is for Magic

  • #16
    Erin Morgenstern
    “That's the beauty of it. Have you seen the contraptions these magicians build to accomplish the most mundane feats? They are a bunch of fish covered in feathers trying to convince the public they can fly, I am simply a bird in their midst.”
    Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

  • #17
    Bo Burnham
    “Read this to yourself. Read it silently.
    Don't move your lips. Don't make a sound.
    Listen to yourself. Listen without hearing anything.
    What a wonderfully weird thing, huh?

    NOW MAKE THIS PART LOUD!
    SCREAM IT IN YOUR MIND!
    DROWN EVERYTHING OUT.
    Now, hear a whisper. A tiny whisper.

    Now, read this next line in your best crotchety-
    old man voice:
    "Hello there, sonny. Does your town have a post office?"
    Awesome! Who was that? Whose voice was that?
    It sure wasn't yours!

    How do you do that?
    How?!
    It must've been magic.”
    Bo Burnham

  • #18
    Kate Forsyth
    “There's a flame of magic inside every stone & every flower, every bird that sings & every frog that croaks. There's magic in the trees & the hills & the river & the rocks, in the sea & the stars & the wind, a deep, wild magic that's as old as the world itself. It's in you too, my darling girl, and in me, and in every living creature, be it ever so small. Even the dirt I'm sweeping up now is stardust. In fact, all of us are made from the stuff of stars.”
    Kate Forsyth, The Puzzle Ring

  • #19
    William Shakespeare
    “Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves,
    And ye that on the sands with printless foot
    Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him
    When he comes back; you demi-puppets that
    By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make,
    Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime
    Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice
    To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid,
    Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm’d
    The noontide sun, call’d forth the mutinous winds,
    And ‘twixt the green sea and the azured vault
    Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
    Have I given fire and rifted Jove’s stout oak
    With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory
    Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck’d up
    The pine and cedar: graves at my command
    Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let ‘em forth
    By my so potent art. But this rough magic
    I here abjure, and, when I have required
    Some heavenly music, which even now I do,
    To work mine end upon their senses that
    This airy charm is for, I’ll break my staff,
    Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
    And deeper than did ever plummet sound
    I’ll drown my book.”
    William Shakespeare, The Tempest

  • #20
    Victoria Schwab
    “Everyone's immortal until they're not.”
    V.E. Schwab, A Gathering of Shadows

  • #21
    Juliet Marillier
    “If a man has to say trust me, Gogu conveyed, it's a sure sign you cannot. Trust him, that is. Trust is a thing you know without words.”
    Juliet Marillier, Wildwood Dancing



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