I feel like my imagination was crafted by Tolkien. He seemed to tap into that childhood intrigue of secret doors and hidden worlds.

I'm the only honest person in Washington.

I can't bear shopping. I can choose clothes for my characters, but not for myself. I've got no dress sense. Or I've lost it.

You have to remove your human sentiment when it comes to greed and the accumulation of wealth.

I love being grungy and dirty.

I know what Twitter is; I don't use it. I don't use Facebook, so luckily, it does zero to my ego.

You can spend a bit of yourself when you give yourself to a character. At the end of a job, you have to remind yourself who and what you are.