...but do you believe in the supernatural? "Even if I don't, I make sure I don't fuck with it. [Laughs] Better safe than sorry."

What's his idea of heaven? "Acting heaven would be Hamlet," he states, without hesitation. "With Lear in the afternoon."

“People have the opportunity to exercise their free will, they choose to damn themselves 9 times out of 10. I wanted to show that you make your own choices in life…”

Red pills are good. They set you free, but they kinda make you lonely, which is a drag...

Keanu Reeves?" she asks in amazement. I nod. "What did he wish for?" "Isn't it obvious?" I say, waving a hand at the screen. "Fame." "That's why he's famous? Because of a wish?" "Have you seen his movies? Surely you didn't think he made it on his acting skills?" I grant wishes; I don't work miracles. Viola looks back at the screen, eyes screwed up in awe. "I guess that makes sense," she says faintly as my former master delivers a line poorly. "Wow.

I'm not a photographer, so I didn't get into F-stops or ND filters or background, foreground, cross-light, all that stuff. But I was interested in the camera and the lenses. That's the world that I'm moving in, in terms of acting and giving a performance.