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.

I let people off the hook too easily.

To live as an artist requires hard work or some extraordinary good fortune to come your way.

She's half mad and three parts drunk.

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

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

There is a disconnect between the film Bond and the literary Bond which is their contemporaneity. I don't suffer from that.