I Kind Of Had An Idea That

It's So Silly Isn't It? How We Grown Men Take Up Trout Angling Not Simply To Pursue Trout But To Find Some Place, Some Special Place, Where We Feel At Ease. A Place To Belong. Forces, Not Forms, Persist: Energy Is Spent And Endures; Time Does Not Tick, It Flows. God Loves A Man That Smells Of Trout Water And Mountain Meadows. Which Way's Heaven, You Suppose? Follow The Trail And Keep Close To The Stream.

With Theatre Especially, You Don't Want To Do It Unless You Love It - There's No Way You Can Pull It Off, Making People Happy, Making Yourself Happy For 12 Weeks Or Whatever.

The Minute I Get Into A Hotel Room, I Scatter My Stuff Everywhere. It's Like A Bomb Site Within A Minute. So I Suppose That Means I'm Trying To Nest.

It Doesn't Matter What You Feel - Ultimately, It's What The Audience Feels. You Can Finish A Scene And Think To Yourself, 'oh, God. I Was So Deep In That Moment,' And Find It Just Didn't Play. I Don't Know If I Have Very Good Radar About That Or Not.

I've Always Said I Prefer Theater, But There's Only Ever Been One Play That I Really Loved Doing, And That Was The Seagull.