This is a very grave matter, punishable by...well, I do not exactly know what, but something rather severe, I should imagine.

Bryon tilted his head to a very odd angle, half-closed his eyes and composed his features to suggest that he was about to expire from chronic indigestion.

Magic, madam, is like wine and, if you are not used to it, it will make you drunk.

I know magicians and I know magic and I say this: all magicians lie and this one more than most.

Time and I have quarrelled. All hours are midnight now. I had a clock and a watch, but I destroyed them both. I could not bear the way they mocked me.

I was told once by some country people that a magician should never tell his dreams because the telling will make them come true. But I say that is great nonsense.

A piece of writing is like a piece of magic. You create something out of nothing.