I was again possessed by magical sense of unreality of what was happening; quiet creak of sails, murmur of river, flickering silhouettes of trees - everything merged into single gentle chord, in which time and space dissolved, and world turned into one enchanting golden-brown melody.
Erich Maria Remarque.
Collection with Aura:"My Wonderland".
It is very simple to distinguish wizard from an ordinary person: if you cannot understand how he did "it", you have wizard in front of you.
Richard Bach.