It’s odd to feel such deep loss over the death of someone you never personally knew. But my heart is breaking. I’ve loved Philip Seymour Hoffman’s work since the beginning of his prolific career. I’d see anything he was in and it was always worth it. My favorite quote about his extraordinary talent is from Mike Nichols after directing him in Death of a Salesman, “Again and again, he can truly become someone I’ve not seen before but can still instantly recognize…” I can’t help wondering, does greatness come at a price?