Behind every piece of paper lies a human situation.
As a kid, I wasn't listening to The Who; I was listening to Frankie Knuckles.
I think some people see me as being some kind of lovable, bumbling buffoon, and I'm actually quite mouthy and sharp, and that doesn't compute.
I don't describe myself as a sociable person now. I can be quite. . . you know. . . grumpy? Is that a word? I guess I can be a bit grumpy.
Someone once pulled me aside and said it was all right to succeed, and I realised that I knew what failure felt like, but I didn't know what success felt like. I've carried that with me ever since.
Even though I didn't write 'Shaun Of The Dead' and 'Hot Fuzz,' I never felt left out of the creative process.
It's nice to have someone write a couture character for you.
. . . the student skit at Christmas contained a plaintive line: "Give us Master's exams that our faculty can pass, or give us a faculty that can pass our Master's exams. "
I think the way NOW characterized Smith Barney is disgraceful. I am appalled that an organization like that would not have reserved judgment (until) making their own investigation.
Never, ever become a writer. It's a nightmare.
In the land where excellence is commended, not envied, where weakness is aided, not mocked, there is no question as to how its inhabitants are all superhuman.