No One Wants To Go Out Mid-sentence.

It Really Depends On What The Screenplay Is Asking Of You, And What Your Responsibility Is To That Character. You Have The Author's Intent To Deal With, You Have The Filmmaker's Vision, And Then You Have Your Own Wants, Desires And Needs For The Character. It's Collaborative. But I Knew, Right Off The Bat, That There Was No Way To Go Into Some Sort Of Pink-haired, Clown-nosed Character With Ronald Mcdonald Shoes.

As You Get Older, You Recognize The Erotic Nature Of The Vampire And The Idea Of The Undead.

My Body Is A Journal In A Way. It's Like What Sailors Used To Do, Where Every Tattoo Meant Something, A Specific Time In Your Life When You Make A Mark On Yourself, Whether You Do It Yourself With A Knife Or With A Professional Tattoo Artist.

Things Go Wrong For Me, All The Time, With Technology. I'm Not Familiar Enough With It, And I'm Too Old School A Brain To Be Able To Figure It Out. I'm Dumb. Anything That I Have To Attack With My Thumbs, For Any Period Of Time, Makes Me Feel Stupid. So, I Try To Avoid It, As Much As Possible, To Protect My Thumbs.

I Condition Myself To Believe That Once The Scene Is Done, Once The Movie Is Done, My Job Is Done, And Whatever Happens After That Is None Of My Business.