I still don't know what the film was about because all I remember is a whole lot of technical dialogue about a body in a suitcase.

The whole point of courage, to overcome your fear. That's the interesting thing, when courage bleeds through the fear.

My father wasn't a cruel man. And I loved him. But he was a pretty tough character. His own father was even tougher - one of those Victorians, hard as iron - but my dad was tough enough.

There's no truth in acting, it's all a trick, because you go on stage in front of sets, you're on film - it's all a trick. I'm making it sound very - I really am demystifying it, but what I try to do, what I do, and I hope effectively, is to create a reality as if it is happening now, that you're fishing for words out of the air.

I hate taxing my mind with analysis. I'm not a good analyst. I cannot talk about acting. I hate talking about it. I hate talking about analyzing.

I'd like to wake up and look like Brad Pitt in the morning, but I don't. I look in the mirror, and I see me.

I don't have a vast longing for the stage.