Real magic can never be made by offering someone else's liver. You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back.

I’m a magician with no magic, and that’s no one at all.

And at last she woke up in the middle of one warm night and said, "Yes, but now.

Oh, more people than not have some magic, they just forget about it. Children use it all the time - what do you think jump rope rhymes are, or bouncing ball games, or cat's cradles? Where do you think that girl, Aiffe, draws her power? Because she refuses to forget, that's all it is.

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