When I'm at our house in France I totally cut myself off from the rest of the world. I never have to listen to phones ringing and that's because - and Vanessa would confirm this - phones are banned from the house. We have a beautiful life and I feel that spending time in France has just calmed me down and made me stop worrying about things which aren't really important.

You could make an analogy to a security guard who, three weeks prior, was mowing lawns for a living. The second he puts a uniform on and that badge, he's a man. I imagine the majority of us have felt the wrath of the over-zealous security guard guy. Is there something lying dormant in the man, that's waiting to be pumped up with that kind of power? I don't know. Does it reveal him? I don't know. Does it change him? I don't know.

I'm all for whatever it takes to get wherever you need to get with a character, as long as you don't wipe it on me.

I'm shy, paranoid, whatever word you want to use. I hate fame. I've done everything I can to avoid it.

There come a time, when good man must wear mask.

I really approached the film as if it was a white big piece of paper and I was going to draw a picture on it. And whether that picture was good or bad, whatever people thought of it, what they could never take away was that it was my picture.

Attention is a strange sort of being, anyway, the idea of attention if someone appreciates your work. It's always nice that someone appreciates your work.