No one cares about the man in the box, the man who disappears.
Now you're looking for the secret. But you won't find it because of course, you're not really looking. You don't really want to work it out. You want to be fooled.
Everybody's there, and I mean everybody. And the strange thing is, there's not a sad face to be found, everyone's just so happy to see you.
A man tells his stories so many times that he becomes the stories. They live on after him, and in that way he becomes immortal.
It was that night I discovered that most things you consider evil or wicked are simply lonely, and lacking in the social niceties.
The secret impresses no one. The trick you use it for is everything.