When you experience bereavement at a youngish age, you suddenly realise that life is unjust and unfair, that bad things will happen, and you have to take that on board.

In some ways, you could argue, television is doing far more interesting work than the movies. It's more fulfilling.

We never love anyone. Not really. We only love our idea of another person. It is some conception of our own that we love. We love ourselves, in fact.

Humankind can tolerate only so much rejection.

I have this lock of hair that keeps falling across my forehead. It drives me mad.

We all possess, like it or not, the people we know, and are possessed by them in turn.

I have to start my real life soon, before I die of boredom and frustration.