She's no flibberti-gibberti mamzell, but a whir-stir-get-lost-sir bundla dynamite!

I have been a film buff all my life and believe that the finest cinema is fully the equal of the best novels.

One of the extraordinary things about human events is that the unthinkable becomes thinkable.

Reality is a question of perspective.

What distinguishes a great artist from a weak one is first their sensibility and tenderness; second, their imagination, and third, their industry.

I used to say, 'There is a God-shaped hole in me.' For a long time I stressed the absence, the hole. Now I find it is the shape which has become more important.

Wherever goodness lay, it did not lie in ritual, unthinking obeisance before a deity but rather, perhaps, in the slow clumsy, error-strewn working out of an individual or collective path.