We live in grief for having left the womb, for having left the teat, then school, then home. In my case, it was leaving marriages, and the death of my wife.
My mother was an exuberant, silly lady.
When I direct and have to look at filmed scenes of myself, I suck.
Donโt waste your time trying to get into my head. There's nothing there.
We're all embers from the same fire. Our ember winks out, we're ashes, we go back to the fire.
My kids say if there's any family dinner that doesn't result in somebody crying, it's not a good dinner. They cry because it helps relieve them of a guilt or some onerous emotional burden. It's like a family tradition.