You talk about auteur de cinema having things in their heads and putting them all across, can you imagine Shakespeare writing screenplays?

A victory? What have we won? We've won a rock in the middle of a wasteland, on the shores of a poisoned sea.

It's very inconvenient because every time I finish, let's say, a chapter of a book, I think I'm going to ring Richard and then realize: Oh, Christ, I've buried him. I buried him last year.

The only thing I've ever been interested in teaching anyone in life is cricket.

I have no intention of uttering my last words on the stage. Room service and a couple of depraved young women will do me quite nicely for an exit.

I don't go for this auto-cannibalism. Very damaging.

Question: How do you know you're God? Answer: Simple. When I pray to him, I find I'm talking to myself.