Michael Scott Quotes

Magic has often been thought of us the art of making dreams come true; the art of realizing visions. Yet before we can bring birth to the vision we have to see it.

Magic is easy if you put your heart into it.

Magic is what we invent when we want something we think we cant have.

I love witches and magic and dress-up and make-believe.

Magic is my paint.

He is the true enchanter, whose spell operates, not upon the senses, but upon the imagination and the heart.

In a way, we are magicians. We are alchemists, sorcerers and wizards. We are a very strange bunch. But there is great fun in being a wizard.

Magic has universal appeal. I don't believe in magic in the way that I describe in my books, but I'd love it to be real.

Magic is the art of thinking, not strength or language.

The mind that thought of light, heavy, grey, yellow, still, swift, also conceived of magic that would make heavy things light and able to fly, turn grey lead into yellow gold, and the still rock into a swift water. If it could do the one, it could do the other; it inevitably did both. When we can take green from grass, blue from heaven, and red from blood, we have already an enchanter's power.

Genius is another word for magic.

For me, art is make-believe. It's enchantment. It's a fable. I'm enjoying that and playing with it. Of course it's serious, and art is serious, but I'm not going to rarefy it.

I am a fan of magic and fantasy, particularly when it's grounded in reality.

I hope people remember me as a guy who brought magic to the people. You know, pushed the boundaries of wonder.

Just get a bag and drop a dream in it, and you'll be surprised what happens.

For me, there is very little difference between magic and art. To me, the ultimate act of magic is to create something from nothing: It's like when the stage magician pulls the rabbit from the hat.

All good work has magic in it, and addresses the mind in a subtle way.

I'd always wanted to do these types of things - pieces of magic I could put out not as illusions, but really doing it.

Everything you can imagine is real.

I see the world as a magical place. Therefore, it was only natural that magic wafted from my fiction like smoke.

I can write, He floated up to the ceiling, and a baby rabbit came out of his pocket, grew wings, and flew away. And you will believe that it really happened. That's magic, isn't it?

Anyone who has set out to invent a purely imaginary story knows that the whole thing is fantasy, from beginning to end; there must be a sense of magic created about the most restrained of naturalism.

Imagination is the true magic carpet.

I don't want to sound too Oprah-ish or anything like that, but I really believe that if you have the power to imagine particular things, you have the ability to transform them.