I wanted my dad to be proud of me, and I fell into acting because there wasn’t anything else I could do, and in it I found a discipline that I wanted to keep coming back to, that I love and I learn about every day.
Being an only child, I didn’t have any other family but my mom and dad really, since the rest of my family lived quite far away from London.
The human father has to be confronted and recognized as human, as a man who created a child and then, by his absence, left the child fatherless and then Godless.
If only I could be freed of this quest for the father. Father? Savior? God?
I have a brother and sister; my mother does not care for thought, and father, too busy with his briefs to notice what we do. He buys me many books, but begs me not to read them, because he fears they joggle the mind.
I am so excited to extend myself behind the scenes as a designer and to – as my father puts it – finally have a real job.
At bottom God is nothing other than an exalted father.[Gott im Grunde nichts anderes ist als ein erhöhter Vater.]
A son is like a mirror in which the father sees himself, and for the son in turn the father is like a mirror in which he sees himself in the time to come.
