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.

If saving money is wrong, I don't want to be right!

You know, the process of making a documentary is one of discovery, and like writing a story, you follow a lead and that leads you to something else and then by the time you finish, the story is nothing like you expected.

I think you die the way you live.

How do I stay so healthy and boyishly handsome? It's simple. I drink the blood of young runaways.

The political scene is already so turgid, it doesn't need more of that from me.

The good life is one that's artistically made.