I have a strange relationship with time. I'm not aware of it passing.

I've been very lucky.

I depleted myself to the point where I had nothing left.

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.

You can never fully put your finger on the reason why you're suddenly, inexplicably compelled to explore one life as opposed to another.

I think some actors thrive on working at a much greater pace than I do.

I don't feel my son should pay the price for what I do.