Well, I have a Norwegian father who emigrated to America in the 1950s, and he still speaks with varying degrees of an accent. Over my lifetime my ear has been well-tuned to that accent. Any first generation kid has that wonderful gift from their parents.

Louisiana has got a very specific warmth and humidity and richness of light.

I'm an absolutely dreadful hockey player.

Norway was occupied by the Germans in the Second World War, and I've met a lot of people who had to live through that occupation in varying degrees.

He is the vampire that had the greatest love of all times. And lost the greatest love of all times.

Mother Nature is the great equalizer. You can't get away from it.

Certainly, anyone whom I've witnessed, who has gone through something horrible and life-changing, has a sense of ironic humor, or an ability to look at the peculiarities of the world and find humor in it.