Da gibt es eben Hans Miklas, einen kleinen Nazi-Überläufer. Und da war so ein Moment: Dastehen und eine flammende Rede gegen die Nazis zu halten und auch zu wissen, jetzt werde ich gleich erschossen. Das war ein extrem freudvoller Moment. Da hab ich Rotz und Wasser geheult, weil ich gedacht hab, das ist für mich der Inbegriff von Theater!¹
Bernd Moss

In fact, acting is not painful at all – good acting, that is. Bad acting is what is painful, not only to the audience but to the actor himself; nothing is more frustrating than not being able to ‚get‘ the character, the feeling of forcing something that just will not happen. But good acting is exhilarating, all the more so when portraying moments of intense suffering. When these are going right, everything seems to be moving of its own accord, my tears flow without my having to force them, I howl in agony with astonishing intensity and I am thrilled by my own performance, enjoying it in exactly the same way the audience does. […] It is not like crying in real life, but it is far from being a cold mechanical experience. It is almost indescribable joy....