At eleven I was at the peak of my creative powers: I was writing stories and playlets, putting together poetryprojects. I was absorbed by my 'work.' At twelve I was no longer reading or writing, just counting off days and checking them off. I was interested in survival.

I can't please everybody and I don't try to. If I can please myself that's enough. For the rest, I just hope for the best.

Part of it has to do with this business of being approached in public. I have a distinctive look - it's partly the glasses I wear - and people seem to remember me once they've seen me.

So far, at least, I haven't found a way to tell my kind of stories without making them both sad and funny.

I always make mistakes and I always fix things up, as best I can, in the cutting room.

People cant help how they look.

Casting is great fun, except for the business of it. I love the casting process. I love the editing process. I love working with the music. And even prep is very exciting. But once you get there and the clock is ticking, all it is is stress.