I've lost all capacity for disbelief. I'm not sure that I could even rise to a little gentle scepticism.

Act first! The ideas will follow, and if not - well, it's progress

One of the nice things about the world of filmmaking is that you make friends in the business.

Death followed by eternity the worst of both worlds. It is a terrible thought.

Autumnal -- nothing to do with leaves. It is to do with a certain brownness at the edges of the day ... Brown is creeping up on us, take my word for it ... Russets and tangerine shades of old gold flushing the very outside edge of the senses... deep shining ochres, burnt umber and parchments of baked earth -- reflecting on itself and through itself, filtering the light. At such times, perhaps, coincidentally, the leaves might fall, somewhere, by repute. Yesterday was blue, like smoke.

It is better to be quotable than to be honest.

The whole notion of journalism being an institution whose fundamental purpose is to educate and inform and even, one might say, elevate, has altered under commercial pressure, perhaps, into a different kind of purpose, which is to divert and distract and entertain.