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

Long, long before I became a filmmaker I was talking to killers. Filmmaking was an after thought.

Twenty to thirty years ago, who was making documentary films? Nobody. Well, relatively few people. It was an art form that had limited theatrical distribution, if any at all. Some television distribution, but relatively small audiences regardless. And in the intervening years it's become more and more popular with a lot of people.

I've been horribly depressed (lately), which, as you know, can be terribly time-consuming. I mean, if you're going to do it right, that is.

Certain kinds of intimacy emerge on a phone call that might never occur if you were sitting right next to the other person.

Maybe [killers] is one of my real passions. Why deny it?

Maybe existence is ultimately a lonely thing.