Quotes About Illusion

Nothing lulls and inebriates like money; when you have a lot, the world seems a better place than it actually is.

Yes! Ready money is Aladdin's lamp.

I spend money as if I had it.

Movie-making is the process of turning money into light. All they have at the end of the day is images flickering on a wall.

Money out of nothing is money that is eventually worth nothing.

Time, money, etc... are human-made constructs. They are not real. They are completely made up.

Financiers live in a world of illusion. They count on something which they call the capital of the country, which has no existence.

Well money is not easy to describe. It is easy to lose but it cannot be lost, and no one can get really get used to it.

Your money myth affects your gain and luck.In economics, illusion of money affects wealth.

The easiest way to steal a man's wallet is to tell him you're going to steal his watch.

Casinos invariably win because they push their money under the table, what remains over the table of their clients' evaporates eventually!

Performing magic in the live show thrills me. Just get me a deck of cards and some attentive audience, and I have made my day and theirs too

For a professional magician, a stack of playing cards is as good as a stack of money.

A magician may step out without a purse, but he should never step out without a pack of playing cards.

You want money... Okay... Now few dollars... then few... then few... and poof everything is gone. That's call failure!

It is an illusion that money brings happiness

Whoever thirst for money is real victim of a capital illusion.

They come for you in the morning in a limousine; they take you to the studio; they stick a pretty girl in your arms... They call that a profession? Come on!

Miranda in Miranda's sight is old, gray and dirty; Twenty-nine she was last night; This morning she is thirty.

The ego is like the root of a banyan tree, you think you have removed it all then one fine morning you see a sprout flourishing again.

A vision without a strategy remains an illusion.

Yes, I answered you last night; No, this morning, sir, I say: Colors seen by candle-light Will not look the same by day.

I thought my mountain was coming this morning. It was near to speaking when suddenly it shifted, sulked, and returned to smallness. It has eluded me again and sits there, puny and dull. Why?

Until adolescence I thought I had the best mother in the world. Such a graceful mother. I had this fantasy that I was the wrong daughter.