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.

Beware of privilege. It stinks of rotten fish heads, many of which were lapping the shore beneath the jetties.

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.

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.

I've done the Rolling Stones eating each other.

Evil is always devising more corrosive misery through man's restless need to exact revenge out of his hate.

I see if I can make human beings look like reptiles.