I Don't Personally Believe That Villains Exist.

That Was My Earliest Maladaptive Coping Mechanism I Forged When I Was A Kid. I Found That My Fists Weren't Going To Do Any Significant Protective Work For Me, So My Mouth Was It. Making My Father Laugh Was A Way To Control Him.

Graphic Novels And Comic Books Offer An Easy Foothold Into That World, And Screenwriters And Studio Execs Gravitate Toward Those, Because I Think They Can See It All Right There. It's Like, "here's What The Movie Looks Like."

I'm Not One Of Those Actors Who Romanticizes His Trials Working Out And Brags That He Can Bench Press A Panda Now.

If You Have A Dishonest Moment, You're Going To Lose The Audience. So I Had To Not Only Light Myself In The Scenes.

I Had A Lot Of Different Jobs Between Fifteen And Nineteen. I'd Moved Out Of My House Way, Way Younger Than I Should Have. So I Was Living Out On My Own With My Brother When I'd Just Turned Sixteen. I Did Busboy Stuff, And Worked In Warehouses, And Did Odd Jobs, And Stuff. I Earned Me Some Pesos.