I grew up on the edge of a national park in Canada - timberwolves, creeks, snow drifts.

Folks have to pin me down because, for one thing, I don't have a laptop. I don't have an iPhone, and I refuse to carry them because they're immensely hackable.

I'd make a bad preacher.

There's huge, massive mother ships going up to the Yukon. They've been filmed and are on video.

Everyone fears the cut of the blade. It doesn't matter after that. I know the spirit survives as there is so much evidence of the survival of the personality in the afterlife.

I love to come in and play with a wig or glasses or clothes. I love using props. I'm from the Peter Sellers school of trying to prepare for the character.

I believe that if a man dies with a single penny still sitting in the bank, he's a fool.