If there isn't at least the threat of violence in art, it tends to be kind of tiresome.

I always assumed I'd spend my life happily performing in artsy-fartsy little theaters.

Given my absolute druthers, I would certainly like to see that every part of my body is used for spare parts for science.

Neuroscientists are novices at deception.

Generally, magicians don't know what to say, so they say stupid and redundant crap like, 'Here I am holding a red ball.'