My Only Fear Is The Unknown.

You Don't Get Into Magic. Magic Gets Into You.

In Truth, The Only Restrictions On Our Capacity To Astonish Ourselves And Each Other Are Imposed By Our Own Minds.

I Think That When Evel Knievel Crashed Over The Fountain At Caesars, It Kind Of Gave You A Credibility And Then Anticipation For Everything He Did.

To Most Magicians, Cards Themselves Are Marvels...for One Thing, They Feel Special In Your Hand. Touching Them, Holding Them, Shuffling - The Whole Process Is Almost Poetic. If You're In A Room Full Of Magicians And Someone Just Mentions The Word Cards, Within Seconds, Everyone Is Digging Into Their Pockets And Pulling Out A Deck Of Cards. It's One Of The Most Amazing Feelings Ever.

I'd Always Wanted To Do These Types Of Things - Pieces Of Magic I Could Put Out Not As Illusions, But Really Doing It.