I Think There Is Something Beautiful In

A Lot Of People, Most People Who Are Working, They Do It For Money. And I'm Not Saying There's Anything Wrong With That. It So Happens That I Made A Lot Of Money Already, So I Don't Have To Worry That Much About It. I Wouldn't Fault Anybody For Doing It For The Money, But It Doesn't Interest Me Right Now.

Real Life Is Not Like A Movie. Even The Best Movies, The Most Rich, Fleshed-out Movies Are Not As Rich And Nuanced As Detailed As Real Life Or An Actual Human Being.

The Truth Of Actually Working On A Movie Set Is That You're In The Midst Of A Logistical Nightmare. There Are So Many Things Going On. There Are Many Factors That Keep Your Ideal Scenario From Ever Happening. And You're Rarely Going To Get That.

That's What Life Is: Repetitive Routines. It's A Matter Of Finding The Balance Between Deviating From Those Patterns And Knowing When To Repeat Them.

When I Was A Teenager, If Anyone Recognized Me For Anything I Did, It Would Ruin My Day. I Couldn't Handle It. It Was Some Sort Of Neurotic Phobia. I Guess I Was Paranoid That People Would Treat Me Differently, Or In An Unfair Way, Because Of My Job.