The tragedy of journalism is that these are people doing their best work.

I don't act, I don't direct, I don't design.

And for the last three minutes on the wind of a windless day I have heard the sound of drums and flute.

The unpredictable and the predetermined unfold together to make everything the way it is.

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

We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.

Once rehearsals are done the writer really doesn't have a function on the set. If the script is stabilized, then the writer becomes a celebrity tourist visiting the set, trying not to get in the way. It's very good for the ego, to go visit a film set if you are the writer, because they give you a special chair, and tell you where you can sit to watch the monitor. They make you feel special, but at the same time, they make it perfectly plain that you are irrelevant!