illusion

A magician reveals himself not only by the magic he presents but also by the respect and entertainment he gives to his audience.

Give royal treatment to your original magic effects, because one of the effects might make you the king of magic.

What I say is misdirection, what you see is an illusion and what results is magic.

A magician with decreasing practice sessions will give defective performances.

If you are really bored with life, just meet a decent magician and have a close up magic show, he will restore inspiration in your life.

Sometimes for the spectators a great magic effect is worth a life__ experience.

As a magician you will miss the hundred percent of the applause if you don't perform.

A great piece of music make people to close their eyes but a great magic effect make their eyes wide open.

A magician must always value his magic effects more than himself, because after few years audience may not remember his name but they will remember his magic effect.

A bad magician never gets the good props.

Divinity is accident of nature, magic is the work of an art.

If you are a magician then you can always do a lot more magic than you think you can.

No matter how many times audience has already applauded, the sound of their applause will get louder with the better quality of your magic effect.

What an utter disgrace it would be to find something truly magic and spend any time at all pretending and trying to convince yourself it is all just an unbelievably orchestrated and beautifully choreographed illusion.

It is the illusion of magic and the magic of illusion that we are primarily interested in- not the privy tricks or the key to the secrets themselves. We seek the bafflement, the contradictions, the amusements, and the innumerable emotions that ripple uneasily through the audience. It is not knowledge we are after, but mystery and disguises. We want to gaze at the impossible. We are hungry for surprises, astonishment. In short, we are looking for a true story, but one impossible to explain in all its complexity. When we discover that story, we shall have found- magic.

The light changed slightly. Mari looked up and over at one wall. There was now a narrow, roughly door-shaped hole in it. Standing in the hole was Mage Alain. Mari stood up, realizing that her mouth was hanging open. That wall was solid. I felt it. There wasn't any opening. She watched as the Mage took two shaky steps into the cell, then paused, some of the strain leaving his face. She blinked, wondering what she had just seen, as the hole in the wall vanished as if it had never been. One moment it was there, the next it was gone. ...Mari took a long slow breath. 'They use smoke and mirrors and other 'magic' to make commons think they can create temporary holes in walls and things like that. It's all nonsense.' "Mages actually can make real holes in walls." "No."Her head hurting with increased intensity, Mari glowered at the Mage. "You didn't make a hole in the wall?""I made the illusion of a hole in the illusion of the wall."Mari looked at Mage Alain for what felt like a long time, trying to detect any sign of mockery or lying. But he seemed perfectly sincere. And unless she had completely lost her mind, he had just walked through that solid wall. ..."We can get out the same way that you got in?" Mari asked. "Through imaginary holes in the imaginary wall?" She wondered how her guild would feel about seeing that in her report. Actually, she didn't have to wonder, but she wasn't about to turn down a chance at escape. The Mage took a deep breath and swayed on his feet. "No.""No?""Unfortunately_" Alain collapsed into a seated position on the cot next to her_"the effort of finding you has exhausted me. There were several walls to get through. I can do no more for some time. I am probably incapable of any major effort until morning." He shook his head. "I did not plan this well. Maybe the elders are right and seventeen is simply too young to be a Mage."Mari stared at him. "Are you telling me that you came to rescue me, following a metaphorical thread through imaginary holes, but now that you're in the same cell with me you can't get us out?""Yes, that is correct. This one erred.""That one sure did. Now instead of one of us being stuck in here, we're both stuck in here."The Mage gave her a look which actually betrayed a trace of irritation. He must have really been exhausted for such a feeling to show. "I do not have much experience with rescues. Are you always so difficult?

When you know that illusion and transformation are no different from birth and death, then you may learn magic.

Magic is always an illusion and love a magic of illusion.