Maybe You'll End Up Like Me, A

Then He Releases A Dove And Dies While Sitting In A Rain Storm

I Was Convinced That Acting Was For Fools. I Was On The Stage When I Was Eight With My Father, He Was Playing One Of Those Greek Blind Guys That Sees Things And Warns People, Whilst I Was In A Blue Skirt. I Think There Were 5,000 People In The Theatre, It Was Ridiculous.

I Don't Know What My Appeal Is. I Can See I've Got Blue Eyes And Don't Look Like The Hunchback Of Notre Dame But I Can't Understand The Fuss.

I Hate Acting When I See It. I Don't Want To Feel It, I Don't Want To See It, I Want To Be Taken Away With The Story - I Don't Want The Actor's Ego In Front Of Me. That's What I Try To Live When I Do The Work.

Maybe You'll End Up Like Me, A Hobo With A Shotgun.