Leia Follows Me Like A Vague Smell.

Me Being An Actor Was An Accident, And Not Something I Wanted To Do, Because I Knew What Happened Eventually. Yeah, Maybe You'd Get Famous, But Then You Wouldn't Be Famous Anymore. Then You'd Have To Scramble To Get Back To Where You Were, And Chances Are, You Wouldn't.

I Was Born Imagining Myself With An Apron On, With Pies Cooling On The Window Sill And Babies Crying Upstairs. I Thought That All That Stuff Would Somehow Anchor Me To The Planet, That It Was The Weight I Needed To Keep From Just Flying Off Into Space.

Part Of My Gestalt Is That I Still Feel A Little Bit Like A Wallflower. Even In My Own Life. I Talk About Myself Behind My Back.

Mania Starts Off Fun, Not Sleeping For Days, Keeping Company With Your Brain, Which Has Become A Wonderful Computer, Showing 24 Tv Channels All About You. That Goes Horribly Wrong After Awhile.

I Think I Do Overshare, And I Sometimes Marvel That I Do It. But It's Sort Of - In A Way, It's My Way Of Trying To Understand Myself.