Sometimes limbo is a tolerable place to be stuck.

Humankind can tolerate only so much rejection.

Film is a medium of clear lines and broad strikes - which can be fantastic - but compared to the subtleties and nuances of a novel, it doesn't even get close.

It's amazing how sudden the effect is - it must be the result of a deep atavistic mating urge buried inside us. A glance and you think: 'Yes, this is the one, this one is right for me.' Every instinct in your body seems to sing in unison.

There are things in life we don't understand, and when we meet them, all we can do is let them alone.

I don't think they'll ever make a retro Bond.

The last thing you know about yourself is your effect.