God invented mankind because he loved silly stories.

Suspicion and doubt lead to animosity and hatred.

Man has an innate capacity for violence, but can only justify it in the name of justice.

There's no such thing as a mistake, really. It's just an opportunity to do something else.

I get my best ideas in a thunderstorm. I have the power and majesty of nature on my side.

I am an artist, I trade in uncertainty and superstition and cant. I invent dark visions of impossible situations that can never be resolved.

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.