We arrive with our...'baggage' and for a while they're brilliant, they're 'Baggage Handlers.' We say, 'Where's your baggage?' They deny all knowledge of it...'They're in love'...they have none. Then...just as you're relaxing...a Great Big Juggernaut arrives...with their baggage. It Got Held Up. One of the greatest myths men have about women is that we overpack.

I think you owe me something for deceiving me so exquisitely.

I like the varying rhythm of being a writer that you have a period of being in complete isolation where it's just you and the book and your screenplay and no-one can read it.

A couple of flop plays, a death in the family, and it could all collapse.

I don't want to lie. I can't tell the truth. So it's over.

I'm constantly having to be vigilant with a depressive tendency, an addictive tendency.

Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off. But it's better if you do.