I still relate to my father very much. I mean, I talk to him in a certain way, as we do talk to the dead.

There must've been some part of me that wanted to make my mark. But there was never a defining moment.

It's a source of great sadness to me that my father died without having seen me do anything worthwhile. He was constantly having to make excuses for me.

I suppose I have a highly developed capacity for self-delusion, so it's no problem for me to believe that I'm somebody else.

My curiosity sustains me for the period of the shoot.

Acting is about people. Other people. Otherwise, you're not acting, you're doing monologues.

If you have a certain wildness of spirit, a cabinet maker's workshop is not the place to express it.