We have this wild life experience that is full of fantastic minutiae and banal, huge events at the same time. Yet, all of it shrinks in the shadow of death. It's hard to argue with death as a game-changer.

Cinema and emotion trump reality for me.

I'm very hard on myself when it comes to writing.

As an insecure writer, I'll finish a scene and worry there's a better version of it. Or it could be elevated somehow.

It would be pathological narcissism to assume that that person had to live how I live.

If you're just grinding up hamburger at McDonald's, I see that as a bit of an affront to living things. You're not really honoring the life.

I think the progressive audience that loves Star Trek will be happy that we're continuing that tradition being progressive and all-inclusive. Star Trek's not necessarily a universe where I want to hear a lot of profanity.