I like to point out that people very often confuse the idea that truth is subjective with the fact that truth is perishable.

Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it without a sense of ironic futility.

People like nonfiction presented to them in a certain way, so that they don't have to think about whether it's true or not. They like it to have that imprimatur of respectability, of genuineness.

They say seeing is believing, but the opposite is true. Believing is seeing.

I'm really interested in self-deception. Really interested in how people live in bubble universes. How people can fail to see the seemingly obvious.

The proper route to an understanding of the world is an examination of our errors about it.

My stuff always starts with interviews. I start interviewing people, and then slowly but surely, a movie insinuates itself.

Everything is a reenactment. We are reenacting the world in the mind. The world is not inside there. It does not reside in the gray matter of the brain.

What is it that angers us?... We have been tricked. In essence, we have been lied to. The problem is not that the photograph has been manipulated, but that we have been manipulated by the photograph.

I think calling someone a character is a compliment.

The imprimatur of truthfulness does not guarantee truthfulness. People should know better. But they don't.

You have an obligation to this world. That is to love it and make it more joyful.

When your mom was not in labor yelling at me, she made me laugh so hard.

Remember sixteen - when all the world was new and your life stretched out before you like fresh snow waiting for your footprints?

I've never been a fan of directors who clutter a piece with all sorts of crazy preconceptions or weird ideas.

I love only one girl, one in every town.

Spirit seeker is someone who remembers there is a power greater than themselves and who is willing to reconnect with it.

Ever since that night I've been on the road Travelling and trying to forget That awful night I lost all my friends I see their faces yet.

We have forgotten that those skills on the more positive side of human nature have to be taught, have to be modeled, have to be practiced.

But sorry is the Kool-Aid of human emotions. [...] True sorrow is as rare as true love.

We are like icebergs in the ocean: one-eighth part consciousness and the rest submerged beneath the surface of articulate apprehension.