You can widen the feet of a compass, but they are still attached at the top; you can spin them away from each other, but you always wind up where you started.

I wonder if you've got a minute." I have many minutes, all of them used toward a common purpose.

No one ever asks a kid for her opinion, but it seems to me that growing up means you stop hoping for the best, and start expecting the worst.

And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in masquerade.

A duck walks into a bar and the bartender asks, what'll it be? The duck doesn't answer because it's a duck.

I learned a lot that night. For example, that part of being the magician's assistant means coming face-to-face with illusion. That invisibility is really just knotting your body in a certain way and letting the black curtain fall over you. That people don't vanish into thin air; that when you can't find someone, it's because you've been misdirected to look elsewhere.

If you loved someone, really loved them, would you let them go?