I'm not good at talking to strangers, whether they're sick children or they're - I'm just not good. I'm shy with it.

It's a foreground of my feeling. That place moves me. And I don't mean my country; it's part of our shared natural world that happens to be particular to a sense of wherever my storytelling inclinations come from and my own history of kind of being a road rat and travelling.

When you get divorced, all the truths that come out, you sit there and go, 'What the f**k was I doing? What was I doing believing that this person was invested in this way?' Which is a fantastically strong humiliation in the best sense. It can make somebody very bitter and very hard and closed off, but I find it does the opposite to me.

Rebel is just as bad a word as maturity.

I think you start to prepare the minute you read something.

I like to believe that love is a reciprocal thing, that it can't really be felt, truly, by one.

There is no re-inventing the wheel.