At Some Point In Your Life, If

You've Just Provided Me With The Makings Of One Hell Of A Weekend In Dublin.

When I Do Work, I Feel The Same Sort Of Urgency As I Ever Did. If I Didn't Feel That, I Don't Think I Would Wish To Be Doing It. I Wouldn't Really See The Point.

I Can't Honestly Account For The Very Personal Response That I Have To One Story And Not Another, A Sense Of An Orbit, The Orbit Of A World That Draws Me As My Own Life Recedes.

When I Did Make The Decision To Focus On Acting, I Think My Mother Was Just Relieved For Me That I Had Finally Started To Focus.

Quite Honestly, If I Were Doing Work Related To A Living Being Or Historical Being Where There Was Visual Or Audio Recordings Available, I Would Find That Extremely Difficult Because I Don't Know How You Would Avoid The Process Of Mimicry. And Mimicry, To Me At Any Rate, Is A Very Dull Prospect.