On my fortieth birthday, rather than merely bore my friends by having anything as mundane as a midlife crisis I decided it might be more interesting to actually terrify them by going completely mad and declaring myself to be a magician.

In the human mind, the number of possible connections that can be made between neurons greatly exceeds the number of atoms in the universe.

This is not anarchy, Eve. This is chaos.

My dear, beautiful and imaginative things can be destroyed. Beauty and imagination cannot.

I suppose all fictional characters, especially in adventure or heroic fiction, at the end of the day are our dreams about ourselves. And sometimes they can be really revealing.

A lot of people have found the idea of living your life over and over again absolutely terrifying; there's some people that find it very comforting. There are others that are appalled by it.

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