I Think We All See Ourselves As

It Was Quite A European War Until 1917, When The Americans Joined Up. They Don't Have The Same Sense Of The Loss Of Innocence And The Cataclysmic Loss Of Life. A Whole Generation Was Wiped Out.

I Think If You're Going To Be Conventionally Romantic You've Got To Go All The Way: A Beautiful Dinner Somewhere Lovely, With Boat-loads Of Flowers, Chocolates And Champagne. But It Might Also Be Nice To Wrap Up Warm And Sit On A Roof Somewhere, With A Cup Of Hot Soup And Your Girl, Watch The Planes Come In Over London And Listen To The Night.

When People Don't Like Themselves Very Much, They Have To Make Up For It. The Classic Bully Was Actually A Victim First.

Never Stop. Never Stop Fighting. Never Stop Dreaming. And Don’t Be Afraid Of Wearing Your Heart On Your Sleeve - In Declaring The Films That You Love, The Films That You Want To Make, The Life That You’ve Had, And The Lives You Can Help Reflect In Cinema. For Myself, For A Long Time… Maybe I Felt Inauthentic Or Something, I Felt Like My Voice Wasn’t Worth Hearing, And I Think Everyone’s Voice Is Worth Hearing. So If You’ve Got Something To Say, Say It From The Rooftops.

My Favourite Pudding Is A Toss-up Between Cheesecake - Proper, New York Cheesecake - And Apple Crumble And Custard. Custard Is Very Important, Or Dark Chocolate Mousse. Tea: Probably Earl Grey, Splash Of Milk.