I Have A Brother Who Gives Socks

There's Definitely A Lot Of Trash That Comes With The Prize Of Being Famous. It's A Nice Gift, But There's A Lot Of Wrapping And Paper And Junk To Cut Through. Back Then, When A Movie Came Out And People Saw You On The Street, Their Reaction Was So Supercharged That It Was Scary. It Would Frighten Other People. It Used To Really Rattle Me. I Mean, Everybody Would Love To Have Their Clothes Torn Off By A Mob Of Girls, But Being Screamed At Is Different.

Human Sacrifice! Dogs And Cats Living Together! Mass Hysteria!

I'm Over The Oscar Thing. I Feel That If You Really Want An Oscar, You're In Trouble. It's Like Wanting To Be Married - You'll Take Anybody. If You Want The Oscar Really Badly, It Becomes A Naked Desire And Ambition. It Becomes Very Unattractive. I've Seen It.

The Only Way We’ll Ever Know What It’s Like To Be You Is If You Work Your Best At Being You As Often As You Can, And Keep Reminding Yourself: That’s Where Home Is.

In Japan, You Have No Idea What They Are Saying, And They Can't Help You Either. Nothing Makes Any Sense. They're Very Polite, But You Feel Like A Joke Is Being Played On You The Entire Time You're There.