A thousand times today I've started to open my mouth, started to squeak out, "Can you tell me. . . ? But then I'd look into the front seat, at my mother's silent shaking, my father's grim profile, the mournful bags under his eyes, and all the questions I might ask seemed abusive. Assault and battery, a question mark used like a club. My parents are old and fragile. I'd have to heartless to want to hurt them.
What I like about acting is that you can be a different person every day.