The Problem With Growing Up In A

I Work Fitfully, In Hope Rather Than In Expectation, Invent Methods Which Last A Week, And Fill Notebooks With Tiny, Illegible Writing Which Often Defies My Own Attempts To Decipher It.

The Only Lesson To Extract From Any Civil War Is That It's Pointless And Futile And Ugly, And That There Is Nothing Glamorous Or Heroic About It. There Are Heroes, But The Causes Are Never Heroic.

The Bfi Exists To Celebrate All Poets Of World Cinema, Of The Past And Present.

I Am A Teller Of Stories. A Weaver Of Dreams. I Can Dance, Sing, And In The Right Weather I Can Stand On My Head. I Know 7 Words Of Latin, I Have A Little Magic... And A Trick Or Two. I Know The Proper Way To Meet A Dragon, I Can Fight Dirty But Not Fair. I Once Swallowed Thirty Oysters In A Minute. I Am Not Domestic, I Am A Luxury And, In That Sense, Necessary.

Being A Writer-director Can Sometimes Make You Incredibly Blinkered.