All the other children at my school are stupid. Except I'm not meant to call them stupid, even though this is what they are.

Every life is narrow. Our only escape is not to run away, but to learn to love the people we are and the world in which we find ourselves.

And Father said, "Christopher, do you understand that I love you?" And I said "Yes," because loving someone is helping them when they get into trouble, and looking after them, and telling them the truth, and Father looks after me when I get into trouble, like coming to the police station, and he looks after me by cooking meals for me, and he always tells me the truth, which means that he loves me.

You make a film you feel is as real as possible and hope people react as though it were real.

And this shows that people want to be stupid and they do not want to know the truth. And it shows that something called Occam's razor is true. And Occam's razor is not a razor that men shave with but a Law, and it says: Entia non sunt multiplicanda praeter necessitatem. Which is Latin and it means: No more things should be presumed to exist than are absolutely necessary. Which means that a murder victim is usually killed by someone known to them and fairies are made out of paper and you can't talk to someone who is dead.

Everyone has learning difficulties, because learning to speak French or understanding relativity is difficult.

I've come to realize that most good ideas are precisely the ones you can't describe.