There is a fifth dimension, beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition.
It is difficult to produce a television documentary that is both incisive and probing when every twelve minutes one is interrupted by twelve dancing rabbits singing about toilet paper.
Every writer is a frustrated actor who recites his lines in the hidden auditorium of his skull.
If in any quest for magic, in any search for sorcery, witchery, legerdemain, first check the human spirit.
