Artists are the people for whom the world is not enough.

I know the pleasure you get from making your films. The intense involvement in every aspect: the acting, the camera, the colors, the costumes, even the hair and makeup. Editing is thrilling. Everything to do with films is absorbing - everything but the money part, the business. But I'm deeply glad I've had that experience.

The things we remember are often things that have great emotional importance, and so they have a lasting effect.

Surely it is an odd way to spend your life - sitting alone in a room with a pen in your hand, hour after hour, day after day, year after year, struggling to put words on pieces of paper in order to give birth to what does not exist - except in your head. Why on earth would anyone want to do such a thing? The only answer I have ever been able to come up with is: because you have to, because you have no choice.

We all want to believe in impossible things, I suppose, to persuade ourselves that miracles can happen.

I think there might be some pressure released while I'm doing autobiographical work, but afterwards everything remains the same.

In Invisible there's a lot about childhood, the death of the brother and then the relationship between the brother and sister.