I was very happy sitting alone at a dining room table, writing a script.

I realize that every picture isn't a work of art.

There is a kind of beauty in imperfection.

It was 100 feet of 16 mm black-and-white film of a car coming to a stop sign, and driving off. I had to decide how to frame and light it. It was magic. There was a sense of mystery.

Dad, wherever you are, you are gone but you will never be forgotten.