“How old is he?” I asked. Again, the servant shrugged. “Three hundred Earth years would be my guess.” My jaw dropped. Three hundred fucking years old. I was attracted to a man, had kissed a man, who should have needed… — Gena Showalter Copy Share Image
I've sort of done a play every four or five years I guess if I look back in my career. And I think that's good. — Ewan McGregor Copy Share Image
