Do we change every time we have a new encounter? Are we endlessly mutable? I think these are fascinating questions: it's a rich vein to tap, and I don't think I have exhausted it fully yet.

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

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

I tend to admire dead people more than the living. All too often, human reality diminishes the glowing reputation.

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.

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

The last thing we ever learn about ourselves is our effect.