Do I Really Look Like A Guy

The First Memory I Have, Anyway, I Guess - I Think It Was My Second Birthday And The Cake Came Out With The Candles And I Was Very Excited And I Was, Like, "oh! A Cake!" And Then My Cousin Blew Out The Candles. I Was So Disappointed. It Just Broke My Heart. And So That's Stamped In My Brain.

I'm Very Comfortable With Horses. I Love Horses And I Have Grown Up Around Farm-hands. There's Something Very Universal About Anyone Who's On Horseback Night And Day. When You Get Off That Horse, You Are Still Walking As If There's Still A Horse Between Your Legs.

In Order Not To Hold A Frame With Someone, You Have To Be Intimidated By Them.

I Love Acting. Oh, God, I Love It. But All This Fame And All This Bullshit Attention. I'm Not Supernatural. I've Done Nothing Extremely Special To Deserve The Position. It Happens Every Couple Of Years, And It's Happened To Hundreds Of People Before Me.

I Have Never Had Great Expectations Of My Performance Or Of A Film. I Try Not To Think About The Outcome. If You Look That Far Ahead, It Sort Of Taints Your Choices As An Actor. I Try As Hard As I Can To Believe That No One Is Ever Going To See It And That It's Not Even A Movie. Then You Can Allow Yourself To Bare More. Then, Once A Project Is Done, I Tend To Forget About It Until It Comes Out.