All The Backstories Are There But Not

The Story [in 12 Years A Slave] Serves As A Metaphor For The Fear Of Having Your Family Taken Away, And For Being Abused In Such A Horrific Way. I Lost It A Lot Of Times Watching That Film, Particularly When Seeing The Grace Of The Man When He Finally Makes It Back Home Aged, Changed, Forever Brutalized, And Yet He Apologizes To His Family For His Long Absence. That Was Such A Profoundly Moving Moment Capturing The Triumph Of Dignity Over The Disgraceful Behavior Of Those Involved In The Slave Trade.

I Don't Think I Could Form My Writing Into Scripts Or Novels. It's So Sporadic. My Writing's Pretty Poor. I Often Think, "who's This For?" Sometimes It's Impressions Of The Day Or My Life, Or It's Fiction. Sometimes It's About Things I Want To Remember, Or I Try To Write In Really Awful French.

Conan Doyle Is Amazing In The Way He Has Watson Describe Sherlock’s Posture, Mood Swings, His Hand Gestures, And So Forth In The Novels.

Fame Is A Weird One. You Need To Distance Yourself From It. People See A Value In You That You Don't See Yourself.

Laughing And Crying Are Really Similar - What Happens To Your Body. It's A Very Similar Process In Your Diaphragm. Like A Musician, You Have To Do Your Scales Once In A While And Warm Up Your Voice.