She's obsessed with cleaning. I think she has OCD, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder about dirt.

When that character is right there, part of your life cleaning you or doing whatever they're doing, it becomes so much more real for all of us.

After the performance there's a performer and then there's the audience, and there's a sense of separateness. In this interactive theater I don't feel that separateness. I don't feel distant from people, I feel closer, it feels good.

I couldn't do this everyday. It would drive me crazy. I couldn't live like that all day long?that's exhausting.

He's like an East Village street punk.

Which of my feelings are real? Which of the me's is me? The wild, impulsive, chaotic, energetic, and crazy one? Or the shy, withdrawn, desperate, suicidal, doomed, and tired one? Probably a bit of both, hopefully much that is neither.