It was just like a digital fixation with cards and math and science and then I started to look at images of great magicians from Houdini down the line.

You don't get into magic. Magic gets into you.

As children we believe that anything is possible, the trick is to never forget it.

In truth, the only restrictions on our capacity to astonish ourselves and each other are imposed by our own minds.

I'd go to Coney Island to hang out, and I saw a magician doing a rope trick on the boardwalk. I was fascinated. I guess that's how it started.

Magic is not about having a puzzle to solve. It's about creating a moment of awe and astonishment. And that can be a beautiful thing.

We are all capable of infinitely more than we believe.

I'd like to bring magic back to the place it used to be 100 years ago.

As a magician, I think everything is possible. And I think if something is done by one person it can be done by others.

We are all capable of infinitely more than we believe. We are stronger and more resourceful than we know, and we can endure much more than we think we can.

Besides prostitution, magic is one of the oldest art forms that exist.

Each and every minute spent reviewing one's lifestyle is never wasted. A better life comes when one takes time to re-order his/her steps, having learnt lessons worth applying!

You'd think getting chopped into a million pieces and cast into the darkest part of the Underworld would give him a subtle clue that nobody wanted him around.

Instead of talking about cuts in Social Security, Medicare and Medicaid, we must end the absurdity of corporations not paying a nickel in federal income taxes.

Parents tell us things to protect us, or they educate us from their own misinformation or misconceptions.

Honor and good faith and justice are equally due from this country toward the weak as toward the strong.

The last thing I want to be is a rich black superstar. I just want to act.

They say that money is not everything. I say that when you don't have any, it is everything.

It is permissible to be the god of your own metaphors.

Stand before your god, bow before your king, kneel before your man.

time never stops, but does it end? and how many livesbefore take-off, before we find ourselves beyond ourselves, all glam-glow, all twinkle and gold?