The role seemed to demand that I keep myself worked up to fever pitch, so I took on the actual attributes of the horrible vampire, Dracula.
Death, the final, triumphant lover.
If my accent betrayed my foreign birth, it also stamped me as an enemy, in the imagination of the producers.
The former ruling class kept the community of actors in ignorance by means of various lies.
I look in the mirror and say to myself, Can it be you once played Romeo?
Women have a predestination to suffering.
