The past can't hurt you anymore. Not unless you let it. They made you into a victim, Evey. They made you into a statistic. But, that's not the real you. That's not who you are inside.

The superman exists and he's American.

There's no such thing as quitting. Just sometimes there's a longer pause between relapses.

If you give me a typewriter and I'm having a good day, I can write a scene that will astonish its readers. That will perhaps make them laugh, perhaps make them cry - that will have some emotional clout to it. It doesn't cost much to do that.

...My point is, I went crazy. When I saw what a black, awful joke the world was. I went crazy as a coot! I admit it! Why can't you?

The magician to some degree is trying to drive him or herself mad in a controlled setting, within controlled laws.

Who imprisoned me here? Who keeps me here? Who can release me? Who's controlling and constraining my life except...me?