The most evocative thing to me is probably when a writer and a group of performers can collectively put together something compelling that asks the really simple question: 'How do we live?'

Failure's a natural part of life.

I've permitted myself to learn and to fail with some regularity. And that is probably the one thing I was given, and that I'm still grateful for.

And may the best of you - for it will only be the best of you, and even then only in the rarest and briefest moments - succeed in framing that most basic of questions, 'how do we live?'

Nothing you do particularly matters. But I'm not sure that's a great excuse for doing it poorly.

I don't have a saviour or a royal family.

Art is not disposable. If you want it, you have to hold it and smell it and touch it and read the credits and enjoy it and put it on your wall.

Imagine how asleep or utterly unperceptive and clueless you would have to be not to see yourself as absurd for the most part.

I'd hate to see any film I'm involved in fail, especially artistically but also business-wise.

I think 1973 was the nadir of fashion. When you watch the coverage from that era, you're struck by the astonishing ugliness of the clothes.

It's not a gift of mine, but one given to me, to be able to criticise myself and not be crushed, by myself or by others.

I'll be singing hymns to the rafters, be praising His goodness so loud they're going to have to turn down the volume in Heaven.

Effort will always triumph over unapplied potential.

Not all writers are silently suffering inside. But it certainly helps.

Friends are like stars you don't always see them but you know their always there

From now on we live in a world where man has walked on the Moon. It's not a miracle we just decided to go.

If you can't make it good, at least make it look good.

"What is the most beautiful word in the language?" The elderly lawyer quickly replied: "Home."

I do find it odd people choose to do stuff that makes them look like crazy Hollywood faces, but I've got zero judgment.

Thats the way I work: I try to imagine what I would like to see.

Within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court.