So I'm OK with myself, with history, my work, who I am and who I was.

I was born two months early, and everyone had given up on me. But my mother insisted on my life.

I had two roles for which I compromised.

In my case, the body of work stands for itself... I think my work has been representative of me as a man.

I had to satisfy the action fans, the romantic fans, the intellectual fans. It was a terrific burden.

I defend myself by improving myself.

So much of life, it seems to me, is determined by pure randomness.