You need to become a good listener. As you're working, you hear someone else's lines and how you absorb them becomes your acting.
Have you ever, on a cloudless night, looked down from a passing aircraft flying over Canada? Endless, glowing strings of cities, towns, and homesteads. Stretching on and on, one province to the next. With only the stars in the distance.
People called me the godmother of punk, but I never name myself anything.
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