Trying To Find The Story Within The

I Come From The Theatre Where There Are No Boundaries To The Style You're Doing; You're Doing Molière, Then You're Doing Chekhov And Then You're Doing Arthur Miller In A Season And No-one Bats An Eye.

I Don't Understand How People Can Take A Gentle, Loving Life And Treat It With Such Cruelty.

When You're Trying To Do Character Work That's Different From What People Expect From You, You're Sort Of In Territory That Is Uncharted, And You Don't Know How It's Playing All The Time.

"what Is Normal?" Really Becomes The Question. What Is Normal, And How Are We Fooled Into Thinking It's Something Other Than What We're Doing At Any Given Time. Every Family Has Either A Drug Addict Or An Alcoholic Or Some Sort Of Dysfunction That The Family Is Dealing With. And I Think The Grace Of This Family Is That They Actually Could Be That Far Out There But Also Be Forgiving, And Be Really Human, And Be Human In Front Of Each Other Without Much Shame.

Literally, I Think I've Quit Acting Three Or Four Times, Only For A Few Days. Maybe For A Few Weeks.