Real Life Is Not As Simple As

A Man Touched Me: His Hand... My Thigh. I Touched Him Too: My Fist... His Jaw.

Here's The New Art Of The Twenty-first Century: The Art Of Curating, The Art Of Plucking All The Good Stuff From A Superabundance Of Crap.

I Didn't Really Like Doing Commercials.

I Have An Eclectic Taste In Stuff Whether It Be Movies Or Music Or Books Or Food Or Anything. Variety Is Interesting.

I Think The Reason I Was Able To Get The Jobs I Did Is Because I Worked For Some Very Strong, Self-possessed Filmmakers Who Wouldn't Listen To The Executive-suited Wisdom, And They Believed In Me From Director To Actor. Not From Salesman To Commodity.