In almost everything I've written there is a thread of this: man's seemingly palpable need to dislike someone other than himself.

It is difficult to produce a television documentary that is both incisive and probing when every twelve minutes one is interrupted by twelve dancing rabbits singing about toilet paper.

Do I want to start my own production company? No, I doubt it. I'm too old for that. I don't want to start anything.

Not since the British raided Cologne had so many bombs landed in such a small space in such a short time.

I've written all that I've wanted to write to date.

If it sounds good as you say it, likely as not it'll sound good when an actor's saying it.

The writer's no different. When he's rejected, that paper is rejected, in a sense, a sizeable fragment of the writer is rejected as well. It's a piece of himself that's being turned down.