Ruthless concern with story is what I learned in television.

My day is not that fun-filled or that filled usually with complications.

Unfortunately Seattle is my muse, for the better or worse of Seattle - I'm not sure.

I want find a part of myself that I feel shame about, or that I feel really scared of exposing to the world.

When I'm sitting at my computer writing, I really have this fiendish smile on my face. I am not thinking about the past or the future or how it's going to be received. I feel that I'm very lucky that way; I don't carry that particular anxiety around with me. I'm not anxiety-free by any means, but that happens to be one that I've been spared.

I can't tell you the number of times I've been in the middle of a perfunctory conversation, and someone will say, 'Tell us what you really think.' Or 'Maybe you should switch to decaf.

When your eyes are softly focused on the horizon for sustained periods, your brain releases endorphins. It's the same as a runner's high. These days, we spend our lives staring at screens twelve inches in front of us.