I learned long ago to focus on things you can control and don't even pay attention to things you don't.

It's a familiar story now: a meek and depressed high school chemistry teacher with terminal cancer cooks up a scheme to make and market a superior grade of methamphetamine to provide a nest egg for his family after he's gone. But over the course of five seasons Walter White goes from milquetoast to murderous in order to survive.

What's great about well-written material is, if you can shock with justifiable actions, that's the best.

Being from a divorced family almost felt like a scarlet letter at times. And I denied it for a long time.

I want to be able to experience everything. I want to experience being a husband, experience being a father, experience, maybe, hopefully, someday being a grandfather, and all those things. I want that experience. When I die, I want to be exhausted.

To me, character in a person is judged by the decisions that are made under pressure.

When the sun is shining, make hay, because it would be sunset on my career at some point, and when it is, I want to be exhausted.