“You know there’s a line in your film The Pasion of the Sinner that always makes me think of this museum, ’My heart is not a clock’”
“Yeah. My character was always late.”
“Beautiful line, made sublime by your performance. An apology… that is also an anthem. Look… love is not somethig we wind up. Something we set or control. Love is just like art. A force that comes into our lives without any rules, expectations or limitations and… everytime I hear that line, I am reminded that love, like art… must always be free.”
Norman Reedus Interview for So It Goes by James Wright
It has been a long time coming, but Norman Reedus is at peace. In 1991, the actor was earning seven dollars and fifty cents an hour working in a busted Harley repair shop in Venice Beach, California. He’d followed a girl from Japan over to LA, but it didn’t work out. Neither did the job. One night he found himself angry and drunk at a party in the Hills and - Hollywood being Hollywood - his abusive tirade won him a part in a play. Fast-forward twenty years and a career’s worth of roles in dark, violent and barely seen independent films, Reedus was a man in he shadows, flirting with photography, art and the idea of giving up acting for good. And then it all changed. AMC’s The Walking Dead - the critically acclaimed show about survival in post-apocalyptic, zombie-ridden Georgia - has transformed Reedus, at forty-six into one of the most recognisable faces on American television. His poncho-wearing, crossbow-toting hillbilly with a heart, Daryl Dixon, looks like it could be just the start.