It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses, and apologized to no one.

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

It's pretty much a fact that our entire universe is a mental construct. We don't actually deal with reality directly. We simply compose a picture of reality from what's going on in our retinas, in the timpani of our ears, and in our nerve endings.

If the audience knew what they wanted then they wouldn't be the audience, they would be the artist.

I leave the human cockroaches to discuss their heroin and child pornography.

It is not the job of artists to give the audience what the audience want. If the audience knew what they needed, then they wouldn’t be the audience. They would be the artist. It is the job of artists to give the audience what they need

Truly, whoever we are, wherever we reside, we exist upon the whim of murderers.