My only fear is the unknown.

In truth, the only restrictions on our capacity to astonish ourselves and each other are imposed by our own minds.

I remember finding a Houdini book at the library and seeing an image of him chained on the side of a building. He looked so intense and scary, and I couldnt get that image out of my head. That started building up my love of magic.

Besides prostitution, magic is one of the oldest art forms that exist.

Basically, I was a kid growing up with a single mother in Brooklyn.

My mother encouraged it so much. She was so supportive. Even if as a kid, I would do the dumbest trick, which now that I look back on some things, she would love it, she would say that's amazing, or if I'd make the ugliest drawing, she would hang it up. She was amazing.

I'd always wanted to do these types of things - pieces of magic I could put out not as illusions, but really doing it.