Either I Act Or I Die.

When You're Reading Some Of The Great Plays, When You Do What I Call "taking Up With A Writer," Something Happens.

I've Often Said There's Two Kinds Of Actors. There's A More Gregarious Type And The Shy Type.

I Was Never Very Happy With Performing; It Didn't Turn Me On Much.

There Was Once A Great Actor Named George C. Scott. He Was On Stage In The Delacourt Theater In Central Park, Where They Do Shakespeare Every Summer, And He Was Playing Shylock In The Merchant Of Venice. At One Point He Took The Robes He Was Wearing And Just Started Flipping Them Up In The Air, Out Of Nowhere. And Later, An Actor Said To Him, "what Was That, George, What Were You Doing?" And He Said, "they Were Sleeping." You're Always Trying To Catch Them.

That's Where Humour Lives For Me. In The Body. The Steve Martin Kind Of Stuff Or Jim Carrey, That's What I Like. I've Always Felt That's What I Would Like To Do.