It makes me so desperately sad to witness just how unforgivably wretched our world has become.

Animal Farm has seen off all the opposition. It's as valid today as it was fifty years ago.

America is ripe for lies and lethargy. The pure mountain air is going and gone. It is a huge burden and a sadness for us all.

Moral authority has been laid to rest, world opinion is no more than a game show and the difference between good and evil is about as relevant as changing channels.

Isolationism is over.

At first, I thought 'this series is going to be all about death and desecration,' but instead became a more complex landscape of human relationships. I hope I put something of these feelings into the portraits that I made of the characters, which were landscapes in themselves. An irony in the subject of crystal meth is how beautifully it resembles the desert sky.

Business should never be allowed to justify mean, thug ugly deals for any reason.