Money By Martin Amis. I Read It

I Didn't Want To Get Stuck In Pretty, Public School Roles, Or I Knew I'd End Up As Some Sort Of Caricature.

I Don't Know What's Wrong With Me, My Brain Doesn't Work Anymore. I Haven't Any Memory. I Can't Write. All I Can Do Is Sign My Name. I Tried To Write The Other Day-it Looked Like I Was Writing In Braille.

I Still Had The Same Frustration With Trying To Play [edward Cullen], The Entire Way Through, Right Up Until The Last Shot. It's A Strange Part Because, On The One Hand, A Lot Of The Audience Projects Their Idea Of Edward[cullen] Onto Him. It Doesn't Matter What He Is. They Want Him To Be A Certain Way. And Then, My Instincts Were To Try And Play It And To Try To Find The Fallibility In Him And The Weaknesses.

There Are Too Many Possibilities, If You Can't Die. If You're Playing A Normal Human Being, There's Always That.

If I Could Get Any Semblance Of - It's Not Really Anonymity, But A Little Bit More - Control Over My Public Image, I Guess That Would Be Nice.