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

...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."

“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.