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There can be no disparity in marriage like unsuitability of mind and purpose.
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I was an only child. We were so poor, my parents and I had the same room.
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What I've tried to do in my stage magic is to take a trick and give it an emotional hook.
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'David,' said Mr. Murdstone, 'to the young this is a world for action; not for moping and droning in.'
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No, I think marriage is a great thing.
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Because, if it was so long ago, how could the people about him have made that mistake of putting some of the trouble out of his head, after it was taken off, into mine?
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In magic, it takes two or three years for me to create a 5-minute illusion for me to get it to the level I want.
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For my father, being kind was natural... I have to really work at it. I love competing and winning, conquest - not words you usually associate with kindness.
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If I was gay, why would I hide it?
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Let sleeping dogs lie - who wants to rouse 'em?
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I'm really trying hard not to do anything that has been done before. So knowing everything I can about the legacy of magic challenges my team and I to invent new illusions.
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A man must take the fat with the lean.
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It's okay for me to be gay, but God didn't make me that way.
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What a world of gammon and spinach it is, though, ain't it!
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Trifles make the sum of life.
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I never could have done what I have done, without the habits of punctuality, order, and diligence, without the determination to concentrate myself on one object at a time.
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I act like I'm 14, if you haven't figured that out yet.
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But Vegas is really my first home.
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I never will desert Mr. Micawber.
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'It's very strange,' said Mr. Dick ... 'that I never can get that quite right; I never can make that perfectly clear.'
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I try to help people realize their dreams by using magic to tell stories that educate, move, and inspire.
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He is quite a good fellow - nobody's enemy but his own.
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You can feel better about yourself in a very short period of time depending on the kind of magic that you are doing.
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Britannia, that unfortunate female, is always before me, like a trussed fowl: skewered through and through with office-pens, and bound hand and foot with red tape.