It's A Nightmare To Sit And Watch

A Wounding Tongue. I'm Working On It. Perhaps Its The Celt In Me.

I Have A Love-hate Relationship With White Silk.

If You Could Build A House On A Trampoline, That Would Suit Me Fine.

It Would Be Wonderful To Think That The Future Is Unknown And Sort Of Surprising.

I Think The Thing About Film Is, As It Gets Proved By A Lot Of Young Filmmakers Now, That The Medium Will Just Go On Reinventing Itself, And So You Just Hope To Be A Part Of That And Not A Part Of Some Kind Of Endless Regurgitation Or 'here I Am Doing What You Know I Do' Kind Of Thing.