He can do anything, I think. He came to us [at Juilliard] later than most students: He had gone to college and had a bit of a life, and he was astonishingly mature, well-read, composed. Hungry always to learn and do more. He takes his lack of satisfaction in his work to a positive place, and works harder and right away, and blames nothing but his ravenous need to get it right. He painted a lovely little portrait for me during the play [Ivanov, at Lincoln Center, in 1997], and I thought, My God, he can paint, too! He can do anything, and he loves so much as he does it.
From a conversation in 1998