There must've been some part of me that wanted to make my mark. But there was never a defining moment.

I would wish for any one of my colleagues to have the experience of working with Martin Scorsese once in their lifetime.

I suppose I have a highly developed capacity for self-delusion, so it's no problem for me to believe that I'm somebody else.

I find it difficult to be in rooms now for long periods of time. I can usually take it for about an hour. Then I stride out.

I spend many months in apparently listless rumination out of which I hope something will emerge.

You can never fully put your finger on the reason why you're suddenly, inexplicably compelled to explore one life as opposed to another.

I'm a little bit perverse, and I just hate doing the thing that's the most obvious.