No, what he didn't like about heroes was that they were usually suicidally gloomy when sober and homicidally insane when drunk.
We're all entitled to our different likes and dislikes. Imagine the world if we all liked the same things.
To dream of afar, to chase a star, to believe in Captain Hook. To dance with bears and have no cares, this is the magic of a book.
If magic was present, it moved under the skin of the world, beneath the ability of human eyes to catch sight of it.
Sorry, there´s no magic bullet. You gotta eat healthy and live healthy to be healthy and look healthy. End of story.
Well, you ought to stick with it, even after you mess up-but sticking with it is a lot easier if you have a family who believes in you.
But the things about people, Kell had discovered, is that they didn't want to know. They thought they did, but knowing only made them miserable.
Rainbows are said to be beautiful! Rainbows are said to be colourful! Rainbows may possibly be magical! But, I have never seen a rainbow appearing in the sky!
He is a dull observer whose experience has not taught him the reality and force of magic, as well as of chemistry.
...that witchcraft requires no potions, familiar spirits, or magic wands. Language upon a silver tongue affords enchantment enough.
Because theres one thing stronger than magic: sisterhood.
Every word was a singing sparrow, a magic trick, a truffle for me. The words made me laugh in delight.
In this world in which we live simplicity and kindness are the only magic wands that work wonders
I think that old magic draws much of its strength from that acknowledgment: that we are a part of that world.
There was something familiar but strange about her - Snow White with a suntan. Cinderella in biker boots. Tough and delicate and magical and real all at once.
Belief... was its own magic-so long as it was carefully placed, often examined, like a bridge kept in careful repair.
...loving a fairy lady with a magic song will leave you desolate on a cold hillside ... but from there you can see the stars...
...yes I understand your spells—your sex magic—at least, I know this: all lights dim when you walk in...
I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.
We were born in the '70s, back when twins were rare, a bit magical: cousins of the unicorn, siblings of the elves.
Beauty, happiness, they're things so big they can't capture them with their scientific words. It's like what they used to call magic.
