When you plant early, you bring spring early.

Lilacs are May in essence.

November is chill, frosted mornings with a silver sun rising behind the trees, red cardinals at the feeders, and squirrels running scallops along the tops of the gray stone walls.

June is the gateway to summer.

In March winter is holding back and spring is pulling forward. Something holds and something pulls inside of us too.

January is the month for dreaming.

Some days confidence shrinks to the size of a pea, and the backbone feels like a feather. We want to be somewhere else, and don't know where - want to be someone else and don't know who.

In July everybody you telephone is somewhere else - either on the beach or on vacation, and half the time you're somewhere else too.

I love planting bulbs. It is making promises with tomorrow, believing in next year and the future.

Survivors of trauma may have difficulty initiating relationships ...

No one should know his entire fate. It's too dangerous and too depressing. Just keep going, do your best, and hope it's good enough. That's all any of us can do.

So, your god is the only god? Okay, but then, so is my dog.

The idea of recontextualizing images from different eras to express larger ideas about modern times was very exciting to me. That archival aesthetic is the foundation of my filmmaking style.

Political parties are like poets, born, not made.

I really create everything I do from the heart.

Sometimes when you're just thrown into something, you are more ready for it than when you have time to think it over and get nervous about it.

Raising funds for my fourth expedition proved to be very difficult.

There is often grace in silence. But there is always power in understanding.

Where words are restrained, the eyes often talk a great deal.