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.

The last time I was on a small set would've been probably My Left Foot.

Perhaps I'm particularly serious, because I'm not unaware of the potential absurdity of what I'm doing.

Leaving a role is a terrible sadness. The last day of the shooting is surreal. Your soul, your body and your mind are not ready at all to see the end of this experience. In the following months after a film shoot, one feels a deep sense of void.

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.

I see a lot of movies. I love films as a spectator, and that's never obscured by the part of me that does the work myself. I just love going to the movies.