Everyone knew this was the episode that was going to make or break the season.

And I didn't grow up wanting to be a director. I grew up wanting to be a writer, so for me, that was always the goal - to be a novelist, not a screenwriter. And I think, again, if I didn't have the novels, maybe I'd be much more frustrated by not having directed yet.

You don't like the girl. You don't know what color eyes she has, you don't like her.

I like having my own story remain my story.

I'm just not a natural teacher.

Every adaptation requires that the screenwriter make difficult choices - and in particular, difficult cuts.

She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. He mouth was cold, her lips rough from the winter wind, and if the mystics are right and we are doomed to repeat our squalid lives ad infinitum, at least I will always return to that kiss