Unlike fiction, which you create before you go into production, with reality you kind of create it after everything is produced. The drama and the storytelling is really done in post.

I'm a guy desperately in need of buffers. I have big feelings, big reactions, big emotions. All the things that serve me as an artist, but challenge me as a socially-responsible human being.

I always have a sense of where I want to end each season, emotionally and relationship wise and with the theme, and I'm always able to hit that.

The lazy blogosphere has given up on journalism and now trolls Twitter for their on-the-record in-depth articles.

I love being able to stay real to the world.

All the people who follow me on Twitter know my sense of humor. I sometimes forget the blogosphere will give it more weight than I intended.

I can be arrogant, I can be insufferable.

My production team doesn't like not knowing what anything is going to look like, but creatively, that's fun.

I think there's a part of me that feels the need to hide a little bit behind a character.

As an actor, I've been drawn to those characters that are further away from who I may be.

I've learned in most areas of my life, to bounce heated choices off other people. Co-workers, my agent, my wife, a sponsor, etc. A majority of the time, that keeps me on the right side of things.

If that's the case, waiter, please bring me another piece of cake, " Gramps said as lunch was brought to the table, "I'm all for fighting tyranny and oppression.

Writing anything, it sorta starts the way you'd build a castle at the beach. You're just taking your hands and you're mounting up sand.

Respect is not given, it is earned.

It is easy to be wise on behalf of others than to be so for ourselves.

The study of Buddhism is essentially the study of modification, how we modify the state of mind we're in, how we modify the realm we're in.

Remember the good old days when the only bomb you had to worry about on a plane was the Rob Schneider movie?

Don't cheer me, just hear me Out 'cause I got the clout-shout (Ho!) Before I turn the party out

At my age, turning gray is kind of a blessing, where it softens all of the other horrible things it does to you, but it is what it is.

O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven