When I'm trying to go to sleep and there are little noises, like a clock ticking or a fan squeaking, it drives me completely insane.
There are two clocks ticking in Iran. One is the democracy movement clock which is ticking now faster than it was but it's got a lot of catching up to do. And then there's the clock that's ticking towards a nuclear weaponry.
There's a clock ticking on the pregnancy thing, but not a clock ticking on adoption.
I feel like my life is so scattered right now. Like it's all the small pieces of paper and someone's turned on the fan. But, talking to you makes me feel like the fan's been turned off for a little bit. Like things could actually make sense. You completely unscatter me, and I appreciate that so much.
I remember being in intensive care, looking at the clock and thinking 'don't go to sleep, don't go to sleep'. I can laugh about it now but I was petrified.
We spend our lives on the run: we get up by the clock, eat and sleep by the clock, get up again, go to work - and then we retire. And what do they give us? A bloody clock.
When you do a movie the clock is ticking. It's like a sport.
It's scary to watch someone you love go into the center of himself and confront his fears, fear of failure, fear of death, fear of going insane. You have to fail a little, die a little, go insane a little, to come out the other side.
Music drives me insane, the incessant presence of music in my life. It informs how I see the world; it drives me crazy
I was happy to carry on without children because I was completely immersed in my work and my career. I only heard the clock ticking in my late 30s, and when my mother Marion died the year I turned 40 it hit me with such a force that we ended up having IVF, which turned out to be unsuccessful.
If you watch 'E.T.' and say that there are holes in the story because this alien lands, then don't go to the movie! It drives me insane.
- he's finished with that; it's like an old clock that won't tell time but won't stop neither, with the hands bent out of shape and the face bare of numbers and the alarm bell rusted silent, an old worthless clock that just keeps ticking and cuckooing without meaning nothing.
I'm a bit of a workaholic. When I feel like I'm not doing something, it drives me insane.
Do men have a biological clock? I feel like I do. Something is definitely ticking!
I think every minute you're in a situation like this, your clock is ticking.
My mum has taught me that the clock is ticking and you have to enjoy every moment - you can not replace time.