When I was in my early 20s, my dream was to write mystery novels. I wanted to do what my favourite crime writer, Ross Macdonald, did - crank out a book a year. The only problem - and it was a considerable one - was that I stank.
“Without the way, there is no going; without the truth, there is no knowing; without the life, there is no living.”
“My goal was for acting to become my main income. I would say to myself, 'I'm good enough.' That became my mantra.”