When I Got Out Of Acting School,

Probably The Person Who Said The Only Color In Los Angeles Is Green Was Right.

People In Power Have To Be Careful About What Comes Out Of Their Mouth. They Have To Find Exactly The Right Word That Can't Be Attacked.

I Remember From My Father's Funeral That The Minister Kept Using A Metaphor About Life Of A Prism. And I Took That Away Like A Cherished Image.

Each Person Has A Literature Inside Them. But When People Lose Language, When They Have To Experiment With Putting Their Thoughts Together On The Spot-that's What I Love Most. That's Where Character Lives.

I Think We Can Learn A Lot About A Person In The Very Moment That Language Fails Them. In The Very Moment They They Have To Be More Creative Than They Would Have Imagined In Order To Communicate. It's The Very Moment That They Have To Dig Deeper Than The Surface To Find Words, And At The Same Time, It's A Moment When They Want To Communicate Very Badly. They're Digging Deep And Projecting Out At The Same Time.