I don't subscribe to anything. I sit there and I try to think about what seems honest to me.
I'll happily mentor anyone who wants mentoring, and most of that goes on by internet rather than face to face.
Our ancestors took this land. They took it and made it and held it. We do not give up what our ancestors gave us. They came across the sea and they fought here, and they built here and they're buried here. This is our land, mixed with our blood, strengthened with our bone. Ours!
Pride makes a man, it drives him, it is the shield wall around his reputation. . . Men die, they said, but reputation does not die.
Only a fool wants war, but once a war starts then it cannot be fought half-heartedly. It cannot even be fought with regret, but must be waged with a savage joy in defeating the enemy, and it is that savage joy that inspires our bards to write their greatest songs about love and war.
Wyrd bith ful araed (Fate is inexorable).
Love is a dangerous thing. It comes in disguise to change our life. . . Lust is the deceiver. Lust wrenches our lives until nothing matters except the one we think we love, and under that deceptive spell we kill for them, give all for them, and then, when we have what we have wanted, we discover that it is all an illusion and nothing is there. Lust is a voyage to nowhere, to an empty land, but some men just love such voyages and never care about the destination. Love is a voyage too, a voyage with no destination except death, but a voyage of bliss.
But I've also spread my net very wide. If there's one thing that I've done on purpose it's to take whatever job, so long as it's interesting and challenging, whether it's theatre, radio, TV or film.
That's kind of what trust is, isn't it? A willful self-delusion.
My life is a dot lost among thousands of other dots.
Catcher in the Rye had a profound impact on me-the idea that we all have lots of dreams that are slowly being chipped away as we grow up.