I Don't Hold With The Notion That

[abbas Kiarostami] Is A Great Artist And A Poet. I Sometimes Think That If Samuel Beckett Made Films, He'd Make Them Like Kiarostami Makes Them.

I Looked Around And We Were About A Mile-and-a-half From Land, And I Thought, 'ok, I'm Going To Drown Now.' And Then I Started To Flail Out And Panic. I Gradually Calmed Down And I Got Home. But The Reality Was That In That Moment I Was Panicking And I Feel Like That To Me Was The Clue About Ripley, That Ripley Constantly Finds Himself Out Of His Depth In The Film And Then Reacts Very, Very Badly.

I Am A Teller Of Stories. A Weaver Of Dreams. I Can Dance, Sing, And In The Right Weather I Can Stand On My Head. I Know 7 Words Of Latin, I Have A Little Magic... And A Trick Or Two. I Know The Proper Way To Meet A Dragon, I Can Fight Dirty But Not Fair. I Once Swallowed Thirty Oysters In A Minute. I Am Not Domestic, I Am A Luxury And, In That Sense, Necessary.

I Work Fitfully, In Hope Rather Than In Expectation, Invent Methods Which Last A Week, And Fill Notebooks With Tiny, Illegible Writing Which Often Defies My Own Attempts To Decipher It.

There's A Great Tradition At The Bfi Of Giving Fellowships And I Thought One Of The Great Jobs That I'd Have At The Bfi Would Be To Give Them Out On A Regular Basis.