There are moments when all anxiety and stated toil are becalmed in the infinite leisure and repose of nature.

The butterfly counts not months but moments and has time enough.

Nobody was listening when I learned how to play music. But there's something about being on stage talking to the audience looking at them and smiling that's always been difficult for me. I'm a lot more comfortable now but there are still moments of awkwardness.

The great moments of rock 'n' roll were never off in some corner of the music world in a self-constructed ghetto.

Even though I make those movies I find myself wishing that more of those magic moments could happen in real life.

A lot of the struggle I had with movies is I really loved moments and tones and feelings in a scene and I loved creating those but I never really had great stories to string them together.

I opened the large central window of my office room to its full on the fine early May morning. Then I stood for a few moments breathing in the soft warm air that was charged with the scent of white lilacs below.

What I had said in the morning was that this is what we know has happened but there has been no significant off-site release. Only to find out moments later that in fact there had been an off-site release. I still haven't gotten over that.

I just remember Stella Tenant and me dancing in Donatella Versace's bathtub until like four in the morning. It was one of those 'pinch me' moments.

But I try to steal other moments. Sometimes I get up very early in the morning and enjoy a quiet house and cup of tea before the craziness begins. Other times I'll take a quick walk on the beach. You can find peace in a few minutes.