If something ain't working, it ain't working. You can't stick with it.

I don't go on the Internet. I never go on the Internet. I don't go on Twitter. I'm not on Facebook. I've seen friends go into dark, dark holes of sadness because of that. Frankly, I don't have the time or the attention span for it.

You can have a good moment with a parent you are estranged from, and you have a great moment, and then the next time you see them, everything's back to the way it was before and you guys are throwing knives at each other.

I grew up where my parents would literally shove me in the car rather than have to say hello to a neighbor.

Gilmore Girls was the highlight of my ridiculous life. I can't wait to sit with these unbelievable broads and relive a time where sleep did not exist, where stress and coffee were mama's little helpers, and where we all dove into the deep end together to make something weird and very, very cool.

No one in my writers' room can wear sweatpants.

The problem is that if we had known Satan was taking over the world we would have needed a whole other budget for, like, dragons and flying demons and, you know, like the sun disappearing from the world. Winter is coming. It would have been so expensive the way we would have needed to do it, had we known that the apocalypse was coming.