And if you say a word about this over the radio, the next wings you see will belong to the flies buzzing over your rotting corpse.

I don't want to be boring. But that's not always easy.

I'm more likely to lose my temper on a film set than almost anywhere. Often the level of idiocy is so exalted that it's impossible to comprehend.

The most evocative thing to me is probably when a writer and a group of performers can collectively put together something compelling that asks the really simple question: 'How do we live?'

We have a tendency to think everyone's idiotic and everyone's only doing something idiotic, and the world is controlled by a not-so-secret group of morons. There's great truth in that, I suppose, but then it's also not true.

Of course it's trivial, but then most things are.

And if you say a word about this over the radio, the next wings you see will belong to the flies buzzing over your rotting corpse.