The play is on top of me all the time, and I am constantly thinking about it. Even when I leave the theatre, I'll mumble the lines to myself or think about the way the character walks or holds himself.

It’s hard to play a continuing character like Loomis for nearly 11 years and simply wash your hands of him. It seems a pity.

At this point in my career, it doesn’t bother me much that I’m probably hopelessly typecast. I like to work, and horror films definitely keep me working.

Loomis has always felt himself responsible for the fact that he did not stop Michael when he first murdered his sister, and so he’s got that guilt to live with.

I don’t really know how many films I’ve done, and I don’t look at this as a race that I necessarily want to win. Nor is it a race that I want to stop running.

John and I had a few meetings about what direction the sequel should take. I made some real insane suggestions. True to what you’d expect, he ignored them all and just picked up Halloween II where the original left off.

I was offered a choice of a flat salary up front or a percentage of the film’s future earnings. I took the up front money. Nobody could have figured what Halloween would ultimately become.

The process of building a part doesn’t really stop.

I’m the sort of actor who likes to talk about what we’re going to do.

I’m hardly physically right for the hero parts, now am I?