What? You mean this crap shack isn't part of the Four Seasons. Shocking.

But there is one part of this that hurts. The carefree, normal part. The part of me that was lost when we first moved and that I'll never get back.

I’m serious, now let me know every time you see her cry. The thought brings me great joy. Hope.

What we know is that Shakespeare wrote perhaps the most remarkable body of passionate love poetry in the English language to a young man.

In documentary you sometimes see the tyranny of the linear, but what I've noticed in the last ten years in narrative film is the tyranny of the non-linear.

When you make art, those things change shape into something else. It's transformation into a body of different visual elements.

Isn’t it wonderful the way the world holds both the deeply serious, and the unexpectedly mirthful?

But life is a great school. It thrashes and bangs and teaches you.

Some day...after I am dead, you may perhaps come to learn the right and wrong of this. I cannot tell you.

My willingness to be intimate with my own deep feelings creates the space for intimacy with another.

Of all God's creatures, Man alone is poor.

We're in fact on plan. And where we stand today is not, in my view, only acceptable but truly remarkable.