The other day I got a text from a boy but it wasn't hot. I mean if you're going to text me every day you haven't seen me for months and you're trying to seduce me you'd better spice up that text and make it more exciting than 'How was your day? I hope you're having a beautiful one.' Sadly I haven't been doing a lot of kissing lately.

That's what's nice about directing a film and having it done: There's nothing more I can do about it. It's done. That's it. All I can do is let it go and hope that people are kind to it.

Most of me was glad when my mother died. She was a handful but not in a cute festive way. More in a life-threatening way that had caused me a long time ago to give up all hope of ever feeling good about having had her as a mother.

But groundless hope like unconditional love is the only kind worth having.

Having a sense of purpose is having a sense of self. A course to plot is a destination to hope for.

When he is late for dinner and I know he must be either having an affair or lying dead in the street I always hope he's dead.

When I was young my ambition was to be one of the people who made a difference in this world. My hope is to leave the world a little better for having been there.

In motivating people you've got to engage their minds and their hearts. I motivate people I hope by example - and perhaps by excitement by having productive ideas to make others feel involved.

I will end up with someone in the arts. I am positive. I eat breathe and sleep acting. And I'll end up with someone who is happy staying at home and having me cook supper. But I also really need to be intellectually challenged and stimulated. I want someone bookish and someone who is passionate.

I fantasize about having a manual job where I can come home at night read a book and not feel responsible for what will happen the next day.