“Magic," the man in the grey suit repeats, turning the word into a laugh. "This is not magic. This is the way the word is, only very few people take the time to stop and note it.”

“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.”

“This is not magic. This is the way the world is, only very few people take the time to stop and note it.”

“Mom wouldn't approve of taffy for breakfast, magic word or no magic word, but Gramma Dee is different that way. A lot of grammas are.”

“Oysters, clams, and cockles were cat's magic words, and like all good magic words they could take her almost anywhere.”

“Every word was a singing sparrow, a magic trick, a truffle for me. The words made me laugh in delight.”