I didn't choose solitude.
About 25 years ago, I was in an apartment, and next door, they put on the radio, so I struck the wall with my fist, but they did not put the radio down. I took a tool and banged until I made a hole through the wall. It was like a comedy movie.
Why do I continue making movies? Making movies is better than cleaning toilets.
When you are there, you are. With words, you aren't.
The ultimate acting is to destroy yourself.
I am dying of hunger.