There starts to be an overlap between you and the character.
Anger has a way of seeping into every other emotion and planting itself in there.
Sometimes you need to put your own characteristics into the actor, and you take different things from the character that you admire - sometimes you can't see the boundaries anymore.
I don't know where the line is. I don't know how much of myself is in Walter. There's got to be a bit of him there.
I don't try to live the life of my character but I think it's inevitable that there is some carry-over into your life.
Our personalities seem dangerously to blur and overlap with our mother's; and, in a desperate attempt to know where mother ends and daughter begins, we perform radical surgery.
Whatever I'm working on, the character I'm playing tends to slowly bleed into my own real life. Not in any kind of creepy, Method actor-y kind of way - it's just an innate kind of merging.
Feeling in love (or lust) and fear feel a lot alike. They both give you that anxious butterfly feeling in your stomach, a sense of excitement, and a general unease physically and mentally. It's easy to confuse love with fear.
I could not separate myself off stage from myself on stage, as so many actors can.
