I have developed a strange fascination for the - quite frankly - bonkers actor Klaus Kinski. Why is this? I have no idea. But I've started writing a story in which he pops up as a character. Currenly 3,000 words in and it's well weird.
I love Kinski. He's the weirdest, most intense, most profoundly ugly actor ever to appear on screen. Yet his daughter is really beautiful. Go fish.