“Stand it like a man, and give some back.”

I wouldn’t trust a man who wouldn’t try to steal a little.

Bloodletting on my premises that I ain’t approved I take as a f***ing affront. It puts me off my feed.

You can’t slit the throat of everyone whose character it would improve.

Isn’t there a simpler way of not pissing off the big vipers?

The obvious merits utterance. Character is f**king pertinent.

Pain or damage don’t end the world.

The question is: until reinforced, can we learn the ways of church mice.

Change ain’t looking for friends. Change calls the tune we all dance to.

Don’t I yearn for the days when a draw across the throat made f**king resolution.

Announcing your plans is a good way to hear God laugh.

Yeah, the cut throats and the pigs. But who wants all that blood spilled, judge, huh?

Let’s leave it all alone. I’m stupidest when I try to be funny.

Act averse to nasty language and partial to fruity tea.

The world ends when you’re dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store.

I love you girl…to the moon and back.

There is competition. It’s almost like I’m back in tennis competing in a way. There are usually about twenty composers vying for the number one spot for a big or medium film.

I am still very surprised that I managed to make that film [Close Up]. When I actually look back on that film, I really feel that I was not the director but instead just a member of the audience.

You can get samosas in any pub in England today, pretty much. So, “Gunga Din” has come back.

In an ideal world for me, I would like to go back and forth [between film and theater]. I kind of want to do it all

If I get an idea for a series that I really like, I’m sure I won’t be able to resist coming back and doing it.

Life doesn’t move in a linear fashion. Life makes lefts and rights, and it doubles back.

Every day we encounter situations where we have to make a stand. Looking back, I could have not hand-picked a better song to be my first single.