I think I know what it's like to have a family that the outside world sees as peculiar or lacking.

When I was four I thought everything in TV was just TV, then I was five and Ma unlied about lots of it being pictures of real and Outside being totally real. Now I’m in Outside but it turns out lots of it isn’t real at all.

I've certainly seen stats that if you have a woman director or a woman screenwriter, the number of female characters goes way up.

The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt like.

We used to call it her Cinderella complex, because often when she had agreed to go out in the evening she would be seized by panic and announce that she had nothing to wear.

I'm finding that success is way more time-consuming than failure ever was.

It turns up the heat under a narrative when you limit the characters in their movements or their freedoms.