Acting or reacting, we carry him in us. You can't walk away from him any more than I can. Whether you travel toward or away, he'll be the compass. He'll be the glass, full of subtle colors and astigmatisms, through which all new things will be viewed. I too have a father who haunts me, and I know.

How can I give you up? You're the mountains and the lake, the memories--you have them all. When you're with me, I'm at home, wherever I am.

When the time came to leap in faith, whether you had your eyes open or closed or screamed all the way down or not made no practical difference.

Heroes. They sprang up around him like weeds. A carrier, he was seemingly unable to catch the disease he spread.

I will only make pictures that I won't be ashamed to have my children see.

First, I wanna say 'Peace to my mother. She's not here but I gotta give a 'peace out' to her because I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for my mother.

'The hurt is still there. When my parents were alive it affected them just as much as it is affecting us today.'