I'm Not Really A Storyteller Myself -

It's A Source Of Great Sadness To Me That My Father Died Without Having Seen Me Do Anything Worthwhile. He Was Constantly Having To Make Excuses For Me.

I Avoid Talking About The Way I Work. But In Avoiding It I Seem Only To Have Encouraged People To Focus Their Fantasies About Me In An Ever More Fantastical Way On The Details That Are Not At All At The Centre Of The Work.

There's Nothing Worse Than Finding Yourself In A Situation, A Very Demanding Piece Of Work, And Knowing That You're Not A True Ally To The Person Who's In Charge Of All That.

You Can Never Fully Put Your Finger On The Reason Why You're Suddenly, Inexplicably Compelled To Explore One Life As Opposed To Another.

Where I Come From, It Was A Heresy To Say You Wanted To Be In Movies, Leave Alone American Movies.