Early in life, I was visited by the bluebird of anxiety
I always thought that as long as man is mortal, he will never be relaxed.
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.
Problems are like toilet paper. You pull on one and ten more come.
Is sex dirty? Only if it's done right.
But what if everyone in the world behaved like me and came here and shot Brisseau through the ear? What a mess! And of course we'd need valet parking.