My mother was a teacher, and when she wanted to show me art and literature and science, she'd take me to museums, parks and free exhibitions.

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.

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.

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.

Sometimes the Lord allows us to go through tough times so we learn to rely upon Him.

She's known sadness. That's what it is. I only just thought that as I wrote it. She's known sadness, and it has made her kind.

You can’t tax business. Business doesn’t pay taxes. It collects taxes.

Employment is slavery. Workers merely have a choice over where to serve their daily eight-hour sentence.

The pen is the tongue of the mind.

I love food, and I'm a chronic over-orderer at restaurants.

A man is like a fraction whose numerator is what he is and whose denominator is what he thinks of himself. The larger the denominator, the smaller the fraction.

Insecurity, commonly regarded as a weakness in normal people, is the basic tool of the actor's trade.

Going to a movie so you won't be offended is like eating potato chips made with Olestra; you avoid the dangers of the real thing, but your insides fill up with synthetic runny stuff.

Myth is neither a lie nor a confession: it is an inflexion.