Yes, I have tricks in my pocket, I have things up my sleeve. But I am the opposite of a stage magician. He gives you illusion that has the appearance of truth. I give you truth in the pleasant disguise of illusion.

To change is to live, to live is to change, and not to change is to die.

To be free is to have achieved your life.

Is a lifetime long enough to hold the regret that I have for that fantastically aborted but crazily sweet love affair?

I can find almost anything funny, thank God, so you search for the black, lacy slip that encases the corpse. You know, shift the angle. God may take away, but he often leaves you with a terrific opening line for the next adventure. I would suggest taking it. Move on; change the angle; look at it in a different way tomorrow.

Why is it so damn hard for people to talk?

The object of art is to make eternal the desperately fleeting moment.