My ex-wife, she really didn't like the material that I did. And that's something I regret, that I wasn't more careful about making sure that she was O.K. with it. I just sort of didn't ask. So that's how that goes.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I knew I had the right material and I knew what I was going after.
When I first met my girlfriend, Mercy Malick, she asked me if there was anything I should tell her that could put her off me if she found out later. So I told her that I was a total 'Star Wars' geek and had boxes of 'Star Wars' toys in storage.
After things started to happen here, my choice of material was extremely limited. It was a weird situation.
I won't say I didn't like it at the time, the sex, that is, because I wouldn't have let him do it at all if that had been the case.
Sometimes over things that I did, movies that didn't turn out very well - you go, 'Why did you do that?' But in the end, I can't regret them because I met amazing people. There was always something that was worth it.
My wife, Jill, and I have an incredibly close working relationship, and an incredibly happy married one. We met through work. I was the world's worst advertising copywriter. She had the misfortune to be my account director, so from the very start she was my boss, and she still is.
I think, for the majority of my twenties, I was always so concerned with what I didn't have, or what I still wanted.
I like a lot of the stuff that they did without me, the time I wasn't around.
For me, once I've worked on something and it's finished, it's like an ex-boyfriend: you don't go back to them.
I usually say I did the best I could with what I had. I have no major regrets.