I do a lot of planning and plotting. That’s my greatest weakness. If I’m not terribly careful, I’ll plan to a point where it could come out cut and dried.
I don’t mind playing absolute bastards… I just don’t want to play the grouch.
I fill my life with a lot of ‘busyness’ in between jobs. Then I work very hard. Some of it is quite unhealthy. It’s compulsive. I don’t know what to do about it. I’m a little old to change.
I find it very difficult just to sit. I would love to learn how to do that with contentment.
I try to read everything that’s sent me – play scripts, movie scripts – but I’ve had to make a rule. If the author hasn’t grabbed me by Page 25, the piece goes back with a note of apology.
I’m a taskmaster. I was brought up that way, and I’m sure I imposed that on my kids.
I’ve had a bad time, which we won’t dwell on. We were married and we worked together for 52 years, and suddenly with her gone I was a quadriplegic. Slowly I’m crawling back.
Look, you do the bloody well best you can. You fumble. You make mistakes.
The whole business of marshaling one’s energies becomes more and more important as one grows older.
To try and stand outside the marriage, I’d say we have complementary capabilities. I do the hustling and the business. I do more script reading. I handle contracts.