It’s not who I am underneath but what I do that defines me.
One more photo of Damian from Hunger magazine.
*I received one more birthday present and reading his interview now*
"I think I was working a long time before I was able to actually be like, ‘Oh, I’m a professional actress,’ like, to accept that. I don’t know why that was so hard, but it took a long time. I live in an alternate universe sometimes. I see myself so differently than the way the world sees me. I think everybody has a different experience. I’m in my skin so I… I feel really, I have felt, in the past, very vulnerable. And so you always feel like it could go away, so you never want to get too attached to labels. If anything, now I’m not as scared of it going away, y’know? I feel like I’m going to do what I need to do to stay excited about my work."
"I am not attached to this car. I am not attached to this car… I’m just a little attached to this car."
Remember when you left Gotham? Before all this, before Batman? You were gone seven years. Seven years I waited, hoping that you wouldn’t come back. Every year, I took a holiday. I went to Florence, there’s this cafe, on the banks of the Arno. Every fine evening, I’d sit there and order a Fernet Branca. I had this fantasy, that I would look across the tables and I’d see you there, with a wife and maybe a couple of kids. You wouldn’t say anything to me, nor me to you. But we’d both know that you’d made it, that you were happy. I never wanted you to come back to Gotham. I always knew there was nothing here for you, except pain and tragedy. And I wanted something more for you than that. I still do.