It’s a source of great sadness to me that my father died without having seen me do anything worthwhile. He was constantly having to make excuses for me.
I think I have a strange relationship with time. I’m not really aware of that time passing. I don’t feel that I’m wasteful with time. But I’m not aware of it passing.
I see a lot of movies. I love films as a spectator, and that’s never obscured by the part of me that does the work myself. I just love going to the movies.
Where I come from, it was a heresy to say you wanted to be in movies, leave alone American movies.
One of the great privileges of having grown up in a middle-class literary English household, but having gone to school in the front lines in Southeast London, was that I became half-street-urchin and half-good-boy at home. I knew that dichotomy was possible.