Quote by Jeremy Irons

And trust, yes, which is important, but that is what I aim towards. Now that is difficult for some people, and with that desire to get things as good as possible, I would say that I'm probably regarded as quite prickly to work with.


And trust, yes, which is important, but that is what I aim t

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This quote suggests that the speaker values trust and aims to cultivate it in their relationships. They acknowledge that this can be challenging for some people and as a result of their drive to achieve the best outcomes, others may perceive them as difficult to work with, perhaps due to their high standards or assertiveness. Despite this perception, the speaker emphasizes the importance they place on trust in their interactions and collaborations.

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By Jeremy Irons
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