We're all imperfect, and life is simply a perpetual, unending struggle against those imperfections.

Generally, I tend to despise human behavior rather than human creatures.

When I set out to become an actor, I had set myself a standard.

Far as I can tell, I still have most of my hair, my gut is not hanging over my belt, and I still have all of my teeth.

I have a kind of respect - a worshipful attitude, even - for nature and the natural order and the cosmos and the seasons.

I do know that I'm responsible not for what happens, but for what I make of it.

But perhaps more important, as someone wishing to make a comment or two about contemporary life and values, I don't have to dig through libraries or travel to exotic lands to arrive at a view of our modern situation refracted through the lens of the preindustrial world, or the uncommercialized, unfranchised, perhaps unsanitized-and therefore supposedly more "authentic"-perspective ofthe Third World. Very simply, this is because that "other" world, as alien as if separated by centuries in time, is the one from which I came