I've Been Reading The Books.

I Don't Think I Could Form My Writing Into Scripts Or Novels. It's So Sporadic. My Writing's Pretty Poor. I Often Think, "who's This For?" Sometimes It's Impressions Of The Day Or My Life, Or It's Fiction. Sometimes It's About Things I Want To Remember, Or I Try To Write In Really Awful French.

Fame Is A Weird One. You Need To Distance Yourself From It. People See A Value In You That You Don't See Yourself.

[on Bbc's Sherlock] It's A Rare Challenge, Both For The Audience And An Actor, To Take Part In Something With This Level Of Intelligence And Wit. You Have To Really Enjoy It. It's A Form Of Mental And Physical Gymnastics.

I Think I'm A Very Good Driver. Apparently, The Cause Of Road Rage - As With Most Anger - Is Some Kind Of Superiority Complex, Which, God Knows, Cars Foster.

I Tend To Have A Cup Of Tea, Try To Stop Worrying About What I Did Wrong, Cool Down And Will The Audience Back In As Soon As Possible.