A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness.

Now I can see how that can happen. You can fall in love with anybody--a fool, a criminal, a nothing. There are no good rules.

Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can't go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.

Another belief of mine; that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise.

Love is giving, marriage is buying and selling. You can't put love into a contract.

If it's a story I'm telling, then I have control over the ending... But if it's a story, even in my head, I must be telling it to someone. You don't tell a story only to yourself. There's always someone else. Even when there is no one.

The film [Payback: Debt and the Shadow Side of Wealth] opens with an Albanian blood feud and goes on to delve into, for instance, prison systems, underpaid tomato pickers, the gulf oil spill. It's all woven together in a sensuous, oblique way that's not the same as the single-message kind of documentary we're used to, with an "answer" at the end. It's more like an exploration. Sort of like what you do with Birth of a Nation.