“Ah, the magic of music, with it, all things are possible.”

“Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here!”

“No. I'm not from outer space or the future. And this is not magic, just science, pure engineering. Magic, religion, the occult --all of it-- they are all excuses to not believe that wonders are possible here on Earth. I don't want to be magic. I want people to understand that things they never even dreamed of are possible. I want to be believed, Louisa.”

“Which is this magical listening station, whereupon all musical worth is decided?”

“Now they are a circle, and they vibrate together, they pulsate together. Their hearts are no longer separate, their beats are no longer separate, they have become a melody, a harmony. It is the greatest music possible, all other musics are just faint things compared to it, shadow things compared to it.”

“Magic is all about words and believing. If you believe then anything is possible.”