If God exists, I hope he has a good excuse.
God is silent. Now if only man would shut up.
What is it about death that bothers me? Probably the hours.
I am not afraid of death. I just don't want to be there when it happens.
I don't like to reminisce much, and my walls don't have photographs of me and the actors I was with, or any of that stuff... I try and keep that disciplined, and just work. There are so many traps you can get into, and looking back on your own work is certainly one of them.
I have no idea what I am doing but incompetence has never prevented me from plunging in with enthusiasm.