Certainly sometimes I feel as if I was born in the wrong era, you know with the internet and people with camera, and phones…everything is captured… there’s nothing sacred anymore…there’s no mystery. Sometimes I wish we were back in days when there was vinyl and you would discover an artist… a friend would tell you about a record and you wouldn’t download it to anything… you would put in on the record player and have this tangible, physical experience with the music and you wouldn’t really (have to) know anything about the artist…

God speaks in the language you know best — not through your ears, but through your circumstances. God has to destroy our determined confidence in our own convictions. We say, “I know that this is what I should do” - and suddenly the voice of God speaks in a way that overwhelms us by revealing the depths of our ignorance.

Bad film isn’t film. It’s Wonderbread. There’s no nutrients so there’s no substance, so it doesn’t exist. It’s iceberg lettuce.