We're all embers from the same fire. Our ember winks out, we're ashes, we go back to the fire.

What have I done? I've blundered my way through life. So I have my picture on the wall. The minute I die, that picture will start to yellow and fade and eventually be gone. Blown in the wind and become part of the molecular structure of something else. These things we see as "success," they're non-accomplishments.

There's an ecstasy about doing something really good on film: the composition of a shot, the drama within the shot, the texture... It's palpable.

I often conduct interviews in my truck.

Stop and smell the garlic! That's all you have to do.

If you make a fool of yourself, you can do it with dignity, without taking your pants down. And if you do take your pants down, you can still do it with dignity.

If there's anything I'm not pompous about, it's myself or my work. But I seem to be able to play it.