I like the community of acting better than the prison of writing. I like sets.
My heart's in the right place. I know, 'cuz I hid it there.
Nobody wants to read about a good-looking happy person.
I was telling some people in my dressing room some of my other stories, my psychotic break, and blah, blah, blah, and no, they kind of look at you and it's just not what they wanted to hear.
Females get hired along procreative lines. After 40, we're kind of cooked.
If some gang were threatening your family, you'd go looking for someone butch to help, right? Any maybe if your mother were sick or something, you'd find someone a bit more fey.