What I want... what I want, what I need... is a choice, Sometimes I feel like I never actually make, any of my own... choices. These doctors, talking about "surviving". One year, two years, like it's the only thing that matters. But what good is to just survive when I'm too sick to work? To enjoy a meal? To make love? For what time I have left, I wanna live in my own house. I wanna sleep in my own bed. I don't wanna choke down thirty or forty pills and lose my hair, an lie around, too tired to get up, and so nauseated that I can't even move my head... - Walter White