We had no idea what the story was going to be. We spent two months just watching the footage.

I loved the process more than I thought I would.

We really thought we'd get into trouble talking to people.

Honor isn't about making the right choices. It's about dealing with the consequences.

I'm often associated with parallel narratives or dual narratives. The 'Devil in the White City' was a fluke.

If I'd been living in Berlin in 1933-34, could I possibly have foreseen the Holocaust and all the corollary horrors of World War II? And if I had, would I have done anything about it? I also started to wonder: how does a culture slip its moorings?