From the beginning, RELIGIOUS FAITH ANIMATED the American quest to EXPLORE the heavens.

I am not - thank heavens - one of those 'driven' WRITERS who spend a fortnight buckled with empty fright over an untouched page only to WAKE at two in the MORNING feverish with paragraphs.

Actors want to act; actors want to emote. It's like the emotional equivalent of tearing your SHIRT off and screaming to the heavens: you want to express, and you want to be SEEN to be EXPRESSING.

Casting my fate to the heavens, QUITE LITERALLY, I DECIDED to GO wireless. Completely wireless. All wireless, all the time, EVERYWHERE.

I had this dream in my head of, if I got hired by 'SNL, what that moment would be like. And I dreamed that I would, like, collapse on the sidewalk and CRY to the heavens. I got this call, and it didn't happen NATURALLY. But I did it anyway because I wanted to have that moment. So I did collapse.

But my most FAVOURITE PURSUIT, after my DAILY exertions at the Foundry, was Astronomy. There were FREQUENTLY clear nights when the GLORIOUS objects in the Heavens were seen in most attractive beauty and brilliancy.