I don't think for this generation, but for my generation and my father's generation, men had difficulty in accessing emotion and then being able to talk about it.

And as the hour approached for the execution, in his own mind, Collins became both the executioner and the victim. He would pace up and down, transformed in almost a kind of exorcism when he knew he was responsible for taking someone's life.

The putting on of vestments and lighting candles, it's a wonderful ritual that never changes from one Mass to another.

I gravitate toward women.

There seems to be more opportunities for old guys like me to do a little fighting and running because the lead characters also require a bit of depth and maturity and gravitas that one is likely to acquire doing drama all those years.

No man is an island, as they say. No. I've tried it. I've gone on retreats at various times in my life for three or four or five days. I was desperate to get out of there and talk to somebody. But I fly fish a lot, and I can only do that really by myself. I find I'm never lonesome when I'm on a river, far from it, but it's a lonely practice.

It's funny, but you get to a time in your life when you think you have all the friends you will ever have.