Some old guy once said that the meaning of life is that it ends.

I don't care about the little guy. I just hate the big guy. I hate big smug people who think they can get away with things.

British crime stories tend to be very internal, psychological, claustrophobic, very limited in terms of geography.

I have to warn you. I promised my mother, a long time ago. She said I had to give folks a chance to walk away.

What do I miss about the UK? Sadly, almost nothing. Maybe the midnight sun, in June in the north. That's all.

He looked at the pain and he set himself apart from it. He saw it, examined it, identified it, corralled it. He isolated it. He challenged it. You against me? Dream on, pal. He built borders for it. Then walls. He built walls and forced the pain behind them and then he moved the walls inward, compressing the pain, crushing it, boxing it in, limiting it, beating it.

I had a brief theater background and loved the backstage world there's more backstage work in television, so I saw a job advertised and applied, and got it. That was back in 1977, when getting jobs was easy.