The worst thing is that you used to be able to show interesting films on campuses. Those places are all gone.

I'd like to quit thinking of the present as some minor insignificant preamble to something else.

Memory is a wonderful thing if you don't have to deal with the past.

I did The Newton Boys and during the whole process of making the film, I may have spent a week in Los Angeles.

It's luck that one thing works out and one doesn't, it's sort of happenstance.

My sisters would swear that I was the spoiled kid who got everything he wanted, and I would go "No way! I worked my ass off and you guys got everything." We're all kind of in our own narratives.

It's hard to see a film one time and really "get it," and write fully and intelligently about it. That's a review. That's not film criticism. And there's so many expectations involved, too. You're going in to see the latest Martin Scorsese or Stanley Kubrick film, you really have high hopes, and you can't help but find that it's not exactly what you had in your head going in. Until you can watch it again, you can't accept the work for what it intends to be. It takes at least a second viewing.