Coleman Young Quotes

Spin laws into gold.

By some strange operation of magic I seem to have become the power of the land.

You put anyone in the outfit, and they look like Gandalf. Not that clever.

Every actor wants to win an Oscar, full stop. It doesn't mean you try to design things around how to accomplish that because that's impossible.

But the whole idea of the transformation... mystery, transformation, and manipulations - those were the things that Marcel was a magician at. That's his magic.

I've spent, I think, close to the last decade effortlessly and magically converting your tin cans into pure gold.

This process is alchemy: its founder is the smith Vulcan.

Beauty is aspirational - an ideal that mortals approach but seldom attain.

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.

That's the problem with our industry: patience. People want instant NBA stars, and that's not going to happen.

A lot of people think they can become world stars overnight.

I have no doubt that LeBron James would've loved to have played against Michael Jordan, but that simply is not going to happen.

I am inspired by alchemy and all things continuous, uninterrupted, and effortlessly fused into wholes.

Wizarding is technical to me. When you get something that adds up to more than the sum of its parts, that feeling is magic to me. That's a kind of alchemy.

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.

Even from the first it is meek to seek the impossible.

Who knows not Circe, The daughter of the Sun , whose charmed cup Whoever tasted, lost his upright shape, And downward fell into a groveling swine?

As I look out at all of you gathered here, I want to say that I don't see a room full of Parisians in top hats and diamonds and silk dresses. I don't see bankers and housewives and store clerks. No. I address you all tonight as you truly are: wizards, mermaids, travelers, adventurers, and magicians. You are the true dreamers.

Just it's as close to magic as you can get in America, education.

This is how magic is done. By hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering its a feather bed.

A poet, any real poet, is simply an alchemist who transmutes his cynicism regarding human beings into an optimism regarding the moon, the stars, the heavens, and the flowers, to say nothing of Spring, love, and dogs.

Ah, that shows you the power of music, that magician of magician, who lifts his wand and says his mysterious word and all things real pass away and the phantoms of your mind walk before you clothed in flesh.

The only transformer and alchemist that turns everything into gold is love. The only magic against death, aging, ordinary life, is love.

She looked, and a scarlet butterfly flew away from her, away down the length of the tower, and then another, another, an unraveling scarf of butterflies like winged blood.

We all want to believe in impossible things, I suppose, to persuade ourselves that miracles can happen.