Growing up in the Boroughs, I thought I must be the cleverest boy in the world, an illusion that I was able to maintain until I got to the grammar school.

Nothing is insoluble. Nothing is hopeless. Not while there's life.

Magic and art tend to share a lot of the same language. They both talk about evocation, invocation, and conjuring.

I don't think you can separate a place from its history. I think a place is much more than the bricks and mortar that go into its construction. I think it's more than the accidental topography of the ground it stands on.

Magic is a state of mind. It is often portrayed as very black and gothic, and that is because certain practitioners played that up for a sense of power and prestige. That is a disservice. Magic is very colorful. Of this, I am sure.

I felt, if I'm going to react I might as well over react.

Art is, like magic, the science of manipulating symbols, words or images to achieve changes in consciousness