Life's Picking Up Speed.

My Mom Wasn't A Movie Star.

I Consider Myself Pretty Lazy, But I Look Back And Check Out The Stuff I've Done, And I Say, 'god, That's A Lot Of Stuff For A Lazy Guy.' It's A Paradox, I Suppose, Being Both Things.

I Love Westerns, I'd Love To Make More Of Them.

I Went Through A Very Hairy Period. I Had A Movie Where I Was Going To Play Walt Whitman That Fell Through. At The Time, I Had Grown This Huge Beard And Very Long Hair. But Then, The Movie Got Canceled, I Had Some Other Parts, And I Currently Have Very Short Hair. So, When I Look In The Mirror, I Don't Know Who I Am Exactly. It's Interesting.

I Love Seeing Somebody Act Real Earnest And Serious, Like Jackie Gleason. He Makes Me Laugh Because He Reflects Back To Me My Own Serious-mindedness And How Ridiculous It All Is. It's Always Easier To See Somebody Else In That Position Than Yourself, And You Laugh. It's Like The Classic Slipping On The Banana Peel, Or Someone Getting Hit By A Pie In The Face. Why Do Those Things Make Us Laugh? Is It From Relief, Like: Thank God It Wasn't Me? Or Is It Something Else: I'm Being Very Serious Now. I'm Pontificating Earnestly And Solemnly About-pow! Pie In The Face! The Bust-up Of Certainty.