O, once in each man's life, at least, Good luck knocks at his door; And wit to seize the flitting guest Need never hunger more. But while the loitering idler waits Good luck beside his fire, The bold heart storms at fortune's gates, And conquers its desire.
 |
“I think you're attracted to things that are different from yourself in a character because it's more interesting, and you get to play out a fantasy version of yourself.”
“The '70s were a time of turmoil and turnover. But I grew up here. I always wanted to play here.”