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A Thaum is the basic unit of magical strength.  It has been universally

established as the amount of magic needed to create one small white pigeon

or three normal sized billiard balls.

        -- Terry Pratchett, "The Light Fantastic"


"A wizard cannot do everything; a fact most magicians are reticent to admit,

let alone discuss with prospective clients.  Still, the fact remains that

there are certain objects, and people, that are, for one reason or another,

completely immune to any direct magical spell.  It is for this group of

beings that the magician learns the subtleties of using indirect spells.

It also does no harm, in dealing with these matters, to carry a large club

near your person at all times."

        -- The Teachings of Ebenezum, Volume VIII


An ancient proverb summed it up: when a wizard is tired of looking for

broken glass in his dinner, it ran, he is tired of life.

        -- Terry Pratchett, "The Light Fantastic"


Chaos is King and Magic is loose in the world.


Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards, for they become soggy and hard to



Do not throw cigarette butts in the urinal, for they are subtle and

quick to anger.


"Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards, for you are crunchy and good

with ketchup."


Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

        -- Aleister Crowley


Eight was also the Number of Bel-Shamharoth, which was why a sensible wizard

would never mention the number if he could avoid it.  Or you'll be eight

alive, apprentices were jocularly warned.  Bel-Shamharoth was especially

attracted to dabblers in magic who, by being as it were beachcombers on the

shores of the unnatural, were already half-enmeshed in his nets.

Rincewind's room number in his hall of residence had been 7a.  He hadn't

been surprised.

        -- Terry Pratchett, "The Sending of Eight"


"How do you know she is a unicorn?" Molly demanded.  "And why were you afraid

to let her touch you?  I saw you.  You were afraid of her."

    "I doubt that I will feel like talking for very long," the cat

replied without rancor.  "I would not waste time in foolishness if I were

you.  As to your first question, no cat out of its first fur can ever be

deceived by appearances.  Unlike human beings, who enjoy them.  As for your

second question --"  Here he faltered, and suddenly became very interested

in washing; nor would he speak until he had licked himself fluffy and then

licked himself smooth again.  Even then he would not look at Molly, but

examined his claws.

    "If she had touched me," he said very softly, "I would have been

hers and not my own, not ever again."

        -- Peter S. Beagle, "The Last Unicorn"


It is a well known fact that warriors and wizards do not get along, because

one side considers the other side to be a collection of bloodthirsty idiots

who can't walk and think at the same time, while the other side is naturally

suspicious of a body of men who mumble a lot and wear long dresses.  Oh, say

the wizards, if we're going to be like that, then, what about all those

studded collars and oiled muscles down at the Young Men's Pagan Association?

To which the heroes reply, that's a pretty good allegation from a bunch of

wimpsoes who won't go near a woman on account, can you believe it, of their

mystical power being sort of drained out.  Right, say the wizards, that just

about does it, you and your leather posing pouches.  Oh yeah, say the the

heroes, why don't you ...

        -- Terry Pratchett, "The Light Fantastic"


It is well known that *things* from undesirable universes are always seeking

an entrance into this one, which is the psychic equivalent of handy for the

buses and closer to the shops.

        -- Terry Pratchett, "The Light Fantastic"


    It seems there's this magician working one of the luxury cruise ships

for a few years.  He doesn't have to change his routines much as the audiences

change over fairly often, and he's got a good life.   The only problem is the

ship's parrot, who perches in the hall and watches him night after night, year

after year.  Finally, the parrot figures out how almost every trick works and

starts giving it away for the audience.  For example, when the magician makes

a bouquet of flowers disappear, the parrot squawks "Behind his back!  Behind

his back!"  Well, the magician is really annoyed at this, but there's not much

he can do about it as the parrot is a ship's mascot and very popular with the


    One night, the ship strikes some floating debris, and sinks without

a trace.  Almost everyone aboard was lost, except for the magician and the

parrot.  For three days and nights they just drift, with the magician clinging

to one end of a piece of driftwood and the parrot perched on the other end.

As the sun rises on the morning of the fourth day, the parrot walks over to

the magician's end of the log.  With obvious disgust in his voice, he snaps

"OK, you win, I give up.  Where did you hide the ship?"


Knowledge is power -- knowledge shared is power lost.

        -- Aleister Crowley


Magic is always the best solution -- especially reliable magic.


No matter how subtle the wizard, a knife in the shoulder blades will seriously

cramp his style.


Rincewind had generally been considered by his tutors to be a natural wizard

in the same way that fish are natural mountaineers.  He probably would have

been thrown out of Unseen University anyway--he couldn't remember spells and

smoking made him feel ill.

        -- Terry Pratchett, "The Light Fantastic"


Somewhere, just out of sight, the unicorns are gathering.


The default Magic Word, "Abracadabra", actually is a corruption of the

Hebrew phrase "ha-Bracha dab'ra" which means "pronounce the blessing".


"The first rule of magic is simple.  Don't waste your time waving your

hands and hoping when a rock or a club will do."

        -- McCloctnik the Lucid


    The seven eyes of Ningauble the Wizard floated back to his hood as he

reported to Fafhrd: "I have seen much, yet cannot explain all.  The Gray

Mouser is exactly twenty-five feet below the deepest cellar in the palace

of Gilpkerio Kistomerces.  Even though twenty-four parts in twenty-five of

him are dead, he is alive.

    "Now about Lankhmar.  She's been invaded, her walls breached

everywhere and desperate fighting is going on in the streets, by a fierce

host which out-numbers Lankhamar's inhabitants by fifty to one -- and

equipped with all modern weapons.  Yet you can save the city."

    "How?" demanded Fafhrd.

    Ningauble shrugged.  "You're a hero.  You should know."

        -- Fritz Leiber, "The Swords of Lankhmar"


    "Then what is magic for?" Prince Lir demanded wildly.  "What use is

wizardry if it cannot save a unicorn?"  He gripped the magician's shoulder

hard, to keep from falling.

    Schmendrick did not turn his head.  With a touch of sad mockery in

his voice, he said, "That's what heroes are for."


    "Yes, of course," he [Prince Lir] said.  "That is exactly what heroes

are for.  Wizards make no difference, so they say that nothing does, but

heroes are meant to die for unicorns."

        -- Peter Beagle, "The Last Unicorn"


There are those who claim that magic is like the tide; that it swells and

fades over the surface of the earth, collecting in concentrated pools here

and there, almost disappearing from other spots, leaving them parched for

wonder.  There are also those who believe that if you stick your fingers up

your nose and blow, it will increase your intelligence.

        -- The Teachings of Ebenezum, Volume VII


Unseen University had never admitted women, muttering something about

problems with the plumbing, but the real reason was an unspoken dread that

if women were allowed to mess around with magic they would probably be

embarrassingly good at it ...

        -- Terry Pratchett, "The Light Fantastic"


Using words to describe magic is like using a screwdriver to cut roast beef.

        -- Tom Robbins


    "Verily and forsooth," replied Goodgulf darkly.  "In the past year

strange and fearful wonders I have seen.  Fields sown with barley reap

crabgrass and fungus, and even small gardens reject their artichoke hearts.

There has been a hot day in December and a blue moon.  Calendars are made with

a month of Sundays and a blue-ribbon Holstein bore alive two insurance

salesmen.  The earth splits and the entrails of a goat were found tied in

square knots.  The face of the sun blackens and the skies have rained down

soggy potato chips."

    "But what do all these things mean?" gasped Frito.

    "Beats me," said Goodgulf with a shrug, "but I thought it made good


        -- Harvard Lampoon, "Bored of the Rings"


Watch Rincewind.

Look at him.  Scrawny, like most wizards, and clad in a dark red robe on

which a few mystic sigils were embroidered in tarnished sequins. Some might

have taken him for a mere apprentice enchanter who had run away from his

master out of defiance, boredom, fear and a lingering taste for

heterosexuality.  Yet around his neck was a chain bearing the bronze octagon

that marked him as an alumnus of Unseen University, the high school of magic

whose time-and-space transcendent campus is never precisely Here or There.

Graduates were usually destined for mageship at least, but Rincewind--after

an unfortunate event--had left knowing only one spell and made a living of

sorts around the town by capitalizing on an innate gift for languages.  He

avoided work as a rule, but had a quickness of wit that put his

acquaintances in mind of a bright rodent.

        -- Terry Pratchett, "The Colour of Magic"


What is a magician but a practising theorist?

        -- Obi-Wan Kenobi


What use is magic if it can't save a unicorn?

        -- Peter S. Beagle, "The Last Unicorn"


When I say the magic word to all these people, they will vanish forever.

I will then say the magic words to you, and you, too, will vanish -- never

to be seen again.

        -- Kurt Vonnegut Jr., "Between Time and Timbuktu"



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