I was always very shy but as I get older I think, What am I being shy for? You just grow weary of your own hang-ups.

I had loved magic tricks from the time I was six or seven. I bought books on magic. I did magic acts for my parents and their friends. I was aiming for show business from early days, and magic was the poor man's way of getting in: you buy a trick for $2, and you've got an act.

I just don't identify myself with a place. I just don't get it. Like, why am I cheering for this town? Towns are good and bad but they don't have principles, constitutions. You wouldn't go to war for your town.

I can understand the drug thing. So they feel that it's more important to take the drugs than to do a good show for the people.

I thought if I had a Twitter feed and say I had a following of a 100,000, that means 100,000 of them would be interested in my book. It was logical, but it didn't turn out to be true. It turned out if I had a Twitter feed of a 100,000, four of them were interested in my book.

...the divided world of Aspen, where locals with a sense of entitlement were pitted against developers with a sense of condominiums.

Boy, those French: they have a different word for everything!