The Old Cliché In Theater Is, If

My Mom Always Said That She Didn't Wear A Red Nose And Big Shoes Because That's The Reason People Are Scared Of Clowns. My Dad Is A Sociology Teacher, So He Probably Figured That Out With Her. Those Are The Things That Are Exaggerated, That Don't Give Off The Signals Of Humans. You Know, If You Draw A Picture Of A Circle And Ask Somebody To Feel Empathy With The Circle, They Won't. But If You Draw Literally Two, Three Dots Inside The Circle, Like Two Eyes And A Nose, You Immediately Feel Empathy.

I Can't Watch Myself In Interviews. I Feel Like I Look Like A Wreck. My Mom Is Always Calling Me And Going, 'stop Fidgeting,' And It's Like, 'you Have No Idea What It's Like, Mom.'

In Those Moments Where You're Not Quite Sure If The Undead Are Really Dead, Dead, Don't Get All Stingy With Your Bullets. I Mean, One More Clean Shot To The Head, And This Lady Could Have Avoided Becoming A Human Happy Meal. Woulda... Coulda... Shoulda.

I Find People Who Want To Help Other People To Be The Most Interesting. I Come From A Family Of Teachers, And My Friends Are Teachers, Often Times In Very Difficult School Situations.

I View Myself In The Narrowest Possible Terms, But I Don't Watch Anything I've Been In, And I Don't Read Reviews Or Analysis Of Movies I've Been In, Or My Plays.