I see the world as a magical place. Therefore, it was only natural that magic wafted from my fiction like smoke.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The world is its own magic.
It's not sometimes realistic to think that something magical can happen, but I think I look for the magic.
I liked the idea of having actual magic performed as stage magic, so you could assume that it was just a trick, that something is all smoke and mirrors, but there's that, like, feeling at the back of your mind: What if it's not?
After being in Harry Potter, I believe a bit more in magic than I did before.
Magic symbolises the subconscious - that part of us that is creative and powerful that we sometimes don't tap into.
I now find magic in the mundane. I'm also more creative - better able to look beyond the obvious and come up with new story angles.
I believe in illusion - I don't believe in magic.
I believed then - in a deep, easy way that is impossible for me as an adult - that there was more to this world than meets the eye. Trees had spirits; the wind spoke. If you followed a toad or a raven deep into the heart of the forest, they were sure to lead you to something magical.
There is the illusion of the world and the reality of the Torah.
What others call magic realism is normal and an everyday thing to me.