I Hate Menus, I Hate Choosing Food.

It's A Basic Truth Of The Human Condition That Everybody Lies. The Only Variable Is About What.

Success On A Cosmic Level Completely Eludes Me. I'm Deeply Suspicious Of Things Being Too Good. It's Part Of My Superstition, I Think, To Generate Pain In Order To Give The Illusion Of Gain. I'm Not Saying I Reject Success, But Honestly, I Don't Quite Know How To Deal With It. It's An Old Feeling: As Soon As You Have The Thing You've Been Going After All Your Life, That Reasonable Degree Of Security, You Start Kicking Against It, Doubting It.

You Hope That Your Teenage Self Would Like And Forgive Your 50-year-old Self.

I Rowed For Cambridge. I Was Pretty Good At That.

I Never Went To Drama School, I Don't Have Any Certificates Saying: 'he's A Qualified Actor.' But I Did Think That House Was Something I Didn't Have To Apologise For. It Was Something I Was Really Proud Of And It Was Sort Of ... Whether You Liked It Or Not, It Was Undeniable.