I’ve never enjoyed writing a bio . . .

It always feels as if one is displaying who they are, in hope that one may identify.

I've never enjoyed boxes; I understand it's easier to classify who's who. I just never fit cleanly inside one, and I've stopped apologizing for the overflow.

I've never enjoyed the display car in the window; maybe the car never enjoyed it either, but someone bought it.

I've never enjoyed cold coffee unless the summer was hot.

I've never enjoyed hailing a cab; I've always felt like the cab should be there waiting.

I've never enjoyed liver; I just never understood why someone would think that's okay to offer me.

I've never enjoyed meaningless conversation, so I don't have them.

I've never enjoyed opinions with no merit to make one grow.

I've never enjoyed someone close to me taking the last sip of my drink. Why would you do that?

I've never enjoyed being called just an actor. The screen is where most of you meet me, Color Book, Forever, A Thousand and One, the work that keeps opening doors. But the screen is one room in a larger house.

I teach, because the craft was never the point, the person is.

And underneath all of it I keep the faith I came up on in Del Ray, because that's the floor the rest stands on.

I've always believed everything you'll ever need is already within. So whatever I'm doing, a role, a lesson, an idea, a prayer, it's the same job: to wake up the thing lying dormant in whoever it reaches.

That's all, ladies and gentlemen.

— William