If you told me thirty years ago that people would be parodying documentary films, I never would have believed it. It wasn't clear that the films themselves even had an audience, let alone an audience for parodies of them.

Maybe existence is ultimately a lonely thing.

I envy certain writers, because there are writers who do go into a kind of different zone, where the writing isn't controlled anymore.

People like nonfiction presented to them in a certain way, so that they don't have to think about whether it's true or not. They like it to have that imprimatur of respectability, of genuineness.

I like to point out that people very often confuse the idea that truth is subjective with the fact that truth is perishable.

The fact that the world is utterly insane makes it tolerable.

I used to work as a private detective years and years ago.