Almost all of your life is lived by the seat of your pants, one unexpected event crashing into another, with no pattern or reason, and then you finally reach a point, around my age, where you spend more time than ever looking back. Why did this happen? Look where that led? You see the shape of things.

"Striking looking." That's a euphemism if I ever heard one.

I've been a professional actor for almost 40 years.

It's nice to get paid for therapy rather than having to pay $240 an hour for it.

The great thing about arriving at this age is that I don't even care about my career anymore.

I don't think that I've had a career like anyone else's, but there are hosts and hosts of actors whose careers I admire.

Distortions control my self-image, like they do for a lot of us. It's irrational.