I think in Vice and American Me I played very silent, rigid characters and people remember them.

What I was afraid of was my own grief, the weight of it, the ineluctable corrosive force of it, and the stark awareness I had of being, for the first time in my life, entirely alone, a Crusoe shipwrecked and stranded in the limitless wastes of a boundless and indifferent ocean.

Convince a man to take a single step—after all, what earthly difference could one step make?—and he would walk the next mile to prove himself right.

Written By R. Scott Bakker

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