Is anything sadder than a trainThat leaves when it's supposed to,That has only one voice,Only one route?There's nothing sadder. Except perhaps a cart horse,Shut between two shaftsAnd unable even to look sideways.
When I'm traveling to promote my book, I feel like an artful impostor. What I really am is when I'm in my (painter's) studio and when I'm writing. With actors, it's the same thing. They're kind of artful impostors in public. When you get to know them, they're different people.