When it comes to casual clothing, my enthusiasm for clothes starts to waver.

I'm relaxed naked as long as there is no one else there. I speed up past mirrors.

I like American black soul music, that was my first big enthusiasm.

I know really, really famous people who are terrified every time they walk on to a stage.

You tell yourself that you're not auditioning but of course you work like crazy, and you prepare like mad. And you think, "Well, I won't get that job. But maybe they'll have another job sometime, and they'll remember that I was good."

When a movie is called 'searingly honest,' it's almost invariably grim and demonstrates how bad things can get.

I don't seem to be able to learn from experience or anything useful. History doesn't help me. Precedents don't inform my experience.