I Hate Wasting People's Time.

I'm Woefully One-track-minded.

I've Got A Serious-looking Head.

I Have A Strange Relationship With Time. I'm Not Aware Of It Passing.

I Don't Torture Myself. And I Do The Work Because Of The Pleasure Involved. I'm Satisfying A Compulsion I Find Nigh-on Irresistible. It's Not Necessarily Because Of The Work Itself. I Just Feel The Need For A Period Of Regeneration Afterwards. Like Leaving A Field Fallow When You've Grazed Too Much On It. I Feel Depleted.

You Don't Merely Give Over Your Creativity To Making A Film - You Give Over Your Life! In Theatre, By Contrast, You Live These Two Rather Strange Lives Simultaneously; You Have No Option But To Confront The Mould On Last Night's Washing-up.