In Men's Journal, writer Doug Stanton talks about actor George Clooney's obsession with work:

"Most of the time," [Clooney] says, "I wake up and feel like I've somehow missed something. Sleep is something I actually have to make myself do;I don't look forward to it." The restless brown eyes usually snap open at 4:30 A.M. He wakes up feeling wired, ready to get to work. His hair, which he cuts himself with an electric razor, is cropped close, graying at the edges. There are bags under his eyes. "You can see the years on my face," he says. "I better slow it down or I'll look like Miss Jane Pittman."

Clooney's feeling seems to be this: We only have so much time on this earth, and I'm going to spend mine working. His legacy, he hopes, will be good movies, though his father isn't so sure. "My dad keeps getting on me about not having a family," says George. "He says, 'Name one actor from the 1920s.' Well you can't; not really. Nobody remembers those guys."