Spell Casting Quotes

When you say something or sing something enough times, it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. It's almost like casting spells. I don't mean necessarily in the flighty, 'I'm going to go buy a cloak with a hood now' way.

'Black Mass' was a really great experience.

When I was five years old, my parents gave me a magic chest. I learned to cast spells, although of a childish kind, before I had learned to read and write.

It seems no matter what I read I think 'this is not Harry Potter.'

There's a special gut-check moment the first time you write a scene in which somebody casts a spell.

The only thing better than living on a Mac is living in Hogwarts.

Just then Neville caused a slight diversion by turning into a large canary.

It feels like we're in a Harry Potter book talking about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!

Everything I do is alchemy. That's why I believe in magic. Not black magic, not the satanic magic that they practice in Hollywood and that the deep state practices and that the media practice. I believe in good magic, light magic, alchametic magic.

I'm a storyteller, and I have really good material to work with: I've been studying magic and the occult since about 1983.

The question was which spell did I make? Which did I have time to make? The answer was eerily simple. I had time to make all of them.

Why do we say 'Have a great weekend?' That's just a spell. You're just going - I have no control over your weekend. But words matter. They change our interior world. Have a great weekend.

When I try to use incantations at work i often find they have no effect and my coworkers just laugh at me.

Though we hear various reports of his existence we can never find the young wizard who is able so they say to graft the soul of a girl to the soul of her lover so that not even the sharp scissors of the Fates can ever sever them apart.

Cast a spell and the small flaws don't matter. (From Workbook)

Burn, burn tree and fern! Shrivel and scorch! A fizzling torch To light the night for our delight, Ya hey! Bake and toast ‘em, fry and roast ‘em! till beards blaze, and eyes glaze; till hair smells and skins crack, fat melts, and bones black in cinders lie beneath the sky! So dwarves shall die, and light the night for our delight, Ya hey! Ya-harri-hey! Ya hoy!

If anybody felt worse than I did, it was Amos. I had just enough magic to turn myself into a falcon and him into a hamster (hey, I was rushed!)

Professor Flitwick had dried himself off and set Seamus lines ("I am a wizard not a baboon brandishing a stick")

I'm just waiting for people to start asking me to make the rain disappear.

I'm shorter, I don't have as many freckles as Ron, and I can't do magic.

I don't like magic - but I have been known to make guys disappear.

...if the spell was off, I’d have my heart eaten before I could turn around.” “Don’t you want your heart eaten?” asked the fire. [...] “Naturally I don’t,” Sophie answered.

Magic, historically, has been a man doing tricks with no wider story behind it.

Shadow and dust shall be reclaimed, earth sealing the tomb from which you came. Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, warrior return, breathe your last. Air, earth, fire, water, hear my voice, obey my order, thrice around your grave do bound, evil sink into the ground. I now invoke the law of three, this is my will, so mote it be.