Lies are neither bad nor good. Like a fire they can either keep you warm or burn you to death, depending on how they’re used.
With any part you play, there is a certain amount of yourself in it. There has to be, otherwise it’s just not acting. It’s lying
These expressions are universal. Emotion looks the same whether you’re a suburban housewife or a suicide bomber. The truth is written on all our faces.
I write because I can’t help but make things up. I write because I love to tell stories. I write because my imagination compels me to do so. I write because if I didn’t, I’d be branded a pathological liar. Oh, and also because I’m still trying to make my dead father proud of me. But that’s none of your goddamn business.