Motive is never easy. Sometimes it occurs to one only later.

When we lived in Juneau, Alaska, it was a town of about 7,000 people, and totally isolated; the only way to get to it was by ship.

The writer should always serve as his own angleworm —and the sharper the barb with which he fishes himself out of blackness, the better.

It's tough being an actor making music, because even I have a knee-jerk reaction to that.

Starting in the mid-'80s, I played in a band called Meat Joy, and we made our own record, toured.

Certainly I've had the experience of thinking a person was one thing, and finding out they were another.

People have said unkind things and you kind of have to, if you happen to read it, you have to just, you know, move on.