This self-respect and sense of self-worth, the innermost armament of the soul, lies at the heart of humanness; to be deprived of it is to be dehumanized, to be cleaved from, and cast below, mankind.

He had no money and no home; he lived entirely on the road of the racing circuit, sleeping in empty stalls, carrying with him only a saddle, his rosary, and his books...The books were the closest thing he had to furniture, and he lived in them the way other men live in easy chairs.

A lifetime of glory is worth a moment of pain. Louie thought: Let go.

For 'Seabiscuit,' I interviewed 100 people I never met.

The biggest problem has been exhaustion. I've spent about 6 of the last 14 years completely bedridden.

I'm attracted to subjects who overcome tremendous suffering and learn to cope emotionally with it

I look at the film as an opportunity to see some bountifully creative minds do something that I could not do - tell the story with images. I can't wait to see what they do.