By The Time The Plane Was Airborne

Vietnam, Me Love You Long Time. All Day, All Night, Me Love You Long Time. (...) Dropping Acid On The Mekong Delta, Smoking Grass Through A Rifle Barrel, Flying On A Helicopter With Opera Blasting Out Of Loudspeakers, Tracer-fire And Paddy-field Scenery, The Smell Of Napalm In The Morning. Long Time.

I Don’t Keep A Travel Diary. I Did Keep A Travel Diary Once And It Was A Big Mistake. All I Remember Of That Trip Is What I Bothered To Write Down. Everything Else Slipped Away, As Though My Mind Felt Jilted By My Reliance On Pen And Paper. For Exactly The Same Reason I Don’t Travel With A Camera. My Holiday Becomes The Snapshots And Anything I Forget To Record Is Lost.

There's This Saying: In An All-blue World, Colour Doesn't Exist... If Something Seems Strange, You Question It; But If The Outside World Is Too Distant To Use As A Comparison Then Nothing Seems Strange.

When I See 'sunshine,' I See A Film That Part Of Me Is Kind Of Very Proud Of And Another Part Of Me Is Very Sad About, So It's A Really Complicated Film For Me. And I've Never Been Really Able To Resolve All That In Myself.

It Slightly Depends On Your Perspective, Sort Of How You Look At These Things, But When I Sit Down To Write A Script, I'm Not Planning To Write A Script; I'm Planning To Make A Film, And So I Only See The Script As Being Just A Step There.