Sometimes the presence of a camera is like opening a door, because many people want what Andy Warhol called "15 minutes of fame." But prostitutes don't want that.

In Bangladesh a prostitute normally wouldn't even undress for a man. He pays, she pulls up her sari, and he's done in 20 seconds.

Sometimes the presence of a camera is like opening a door.

I think beauty is the splendor of truth, so if the people I portray think they're beautiful, they're beautiful. I don't make them that way.

If you connect with someone just once, that's something. But if you can connect twice, that's something else.

I've made many documentaries, but prostitution was the hardest in terms of gaining the trust of the people being filmed.

As a filmmaker I cannot make anything beautiful. I'm Platonic in that sense.

The most important thing is to find people that you enjoy - friends that you enjoy playing music with.

On one hand, they [prostitutes] don't struggle because it's simply their life. In Mexico and elsewhere, once they get out of these places [brothels] they have a pretty square life.

Not new but so true:"It's nice to be important but it's more important to be nice.

The only reason nice guys finish last is because they think they’ll finish last. You don’t win the race by walking around the starting line saying ‘I’m not going to win this race’.

It is in your act that you exist not in your body. Your act is yourself and there is no other you.

Getting married is a good deal like going to a restaurant with your friends. You order what you want and then when you see what the other fellow got you wish you had taken that.

The attitude of insolent haughtiness is characteristic of the relationships Americans form with what is alien to them, with others.

Even though I was young, I could see the pain of the flesh and the worth of the pain.

Hail Lord, ...Loose my chains.

Las Vegas is a very strange place. It's a place of broken dreams.

I experienced an ecstasy of unity. I not only saw the connectedness, I felt it and experienced it sentiently. The restraints and boundaries of flesh and bone fell away.

What do you have when you have an agent buried up to his neck in sand? Not enough sand.