Each of us needs something - food, liquor, pot, whatever - to help us survive. Dracula needs blood.

I'm a firm believer in absolute honesty.

It's interesting to fantasize having a man sink his teeth into your neck for sustenance, knowing that it isn't going to be terribly painful but rather very exciting.

It's a living, breathing thing, acting.

There is no right in acting.

You start acting in spite of your neuroses, not because of them.