And I have wondered often, was I master in my soul, or did I become the slave of my own blade?

He was dead. However, his nose throbbed painfully, which he thought odd in the circumstances.

For so many years, for so long, I have been so many things, so many different men. But here, " he said, so softly I could barely hear him, "here in the dark, with you… I have no name.

You have lost your mind, "Jamie said coldly, the shock receding slightly. "Or I should think you had, if ye had one to lose.

People who live according to the way of the world always complain about their lives

If you dance daily, you will find strength within thy soul.

I like the hot-cold, the sugar-salt, being able to play over-the-top and dramatic things - in the same film. Just as in my life, I can be very funny and at other times almost extinguished.

I report as a machine; I write as a person. That clear dichotomy softens the transition.

The days of waking up and reading the overnight ratings are over.

Only when he no longer knows what he is doing does the painter do good things.

When you have to work with and exist amongst cynical, burned-out personnel on a set, it doesn't matter what you're shooting or how much you're being paid - it's not worth it.

When someone writes a really nasty piece about me. I think they're generally untrue because I think I'm a nice person.

The truth is that an intellectual life is available to almost anyone, almost anywhere, if they work hard enough and are given some kind of access point.

When we had to survive on our wits, gather and kill our food from scratch and be more at the mercy of our environment than we are today, we probably had enough challenge to keep our brains healthy.