“Magic?' Kate snorted. 'There's no such thing. Is there?''Magic?' Barnabas shrugged. 'Why not? Magic is cool.''But there has to be a rational explanation.''Oh there is,' Barnabas led her our of the cave and back to the shore. 'But a rational explanation is rather complex. We're dealing with a psycho-temporal entity manifesting through a critical mass of its sentient shell...um. Magic sounds more fun.”

“Magic?" Akiva had asked. "What bird does this come from, that its bone are made of magic?""Oh, it's not magic. The wishes don't really come true.""Then why do it?"She shrugged. "Hope? Hope can be a powerful force. Maybe there's no actual magic in it, but when you know what you hope for most and hold it like a light within you, you can make things happen, almost like magic.”

“I don't want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic! I try to give that to people. I misrepresent things to them. I don't tell the truth, I tell what ought to be the truth. And it that's sinful, then let me be damned for it!”

“I don't want realism. I want magic!”

“I saw that it was all over, put away in a box like a doll no longer cared for, the magical intimacy of our childhood together”

“People are always looking for magic, when the natural world holds true miracles”

“Know your magic, trust your magic, use your magic and know that you are a manifestation of life's magic.”