Jerome on Peter Greenaway

“"Perhaps. I need writing. Don't ask me why -- just take out your pen and write your name on my arm -- go on."”

“Jerome never liked me -- preferred my sister who was a little fool excited by modern literature -- all swear-words and scatology -- before it became fashionable.”

“Jerome was dyslexic until he was twelve, before it became fashionable. And he broke every pair of glasses I bought him. He hated wearing glasses. He was good at breaking things. Especially relationships. Just like his father.”