It never occurred to me that I’d be typecast, although I was. And I never thought of the role as a commercial product, because I was… well, I was playing this slightly messianic alien. He isn’t violent, he doesn’t get his leg over the girl, he doesn’t steal, and he’s rather wry, and adorable, and mysterious. He’s lived for 900 years or something. He lives the life of the old patriarchs of the Old Testament. That’s not commercial. He’s special.

Most drama in our lives is really rather squalid.

The older I get, the older old is.

Keepers of light carry invisible candles of hope, touching hearts and illuminating the souls of friends.

Loving friends let kindness grow in their hearts, creating a oneness with their souls.

One longs to be funny, to make people laugh. Laughter is such a sign of approval, isn't it?

Plenty of clever children have to pretend to be not clever or else they get bullied by the thick.