Marathon running, for me, was the most controlled test of mettle that I could ever think of. It's you against Darwin.

I have a discipline that has served me very well in my career and in my personal life... and that's gotten stronger as I've gotten older. I've always felt if I don't just have a natural knack for it, I will just out-discipline the competition if I have to -- work harder than anybody else.

I just want to finish what I'm doing and go home. I want to have a weekend. I want to have breakfast, a stack of pancakes. I don't want to not enjoy where I am at this very moment. So, every time I plan something the exact opposite happens.

That was my earliest maladaptive coping mechanism I forged when I was a kid. I found that my fists weren't going to do any significant protective work for me, so my mouth was it. Making my father laugh was a way to control him.

I don't personally believe that villains exist. Villains are just a way of saying that somebody has an opposing conviction.

When your dad's a cop, calling 911 is really just like calling Dad at work.

Laughing can serve you in dark moments and even help you crawl your way back out.