Lets just say that I think any person who aspires, presumes, or feels the calling to be an artist has a built-in sense of duty.

My father was a dreamy fellow - he read Plato and Socrates and watched Phillies games.

I watch a lot of crime shows. The head investigator always said to the crime solver, "What do you say?" And inevitably the other has to say something like, "Well I'm thinking he was shot in the neck with a certain gun and he seemed to be running." The solver has to picture what he's seeing first, and then express his own observations. The writer does the same.

Artists are traditionally resistant to labels.

Within that moment was trust, compassion, and our mutual sense of irony. He was carrying death within him and I was carrying life. We were both aware of that, I know.

I hated the makeup. I hated all that pancake makeup. I didn't really like dressing for parts.

I always know that everything I do is the best I could do.