The second episode of any new show can be tough. You have about a week to top the well-crafted and polished pilot episode that was written over six months.

Seasons change. So do cities. People come into your life and people go, but it's comforting to know: the ones you love are always in your heart. And if you're very lucky, a plane ride away.

The first-time director thing is just another label somebody puts on you.

I don't wear a watch. How do I know my time? I find that someone will always tell me.

I try not to repeat a story. I try not to repeat an emotion. I want it to be all sort of new for the viewers and to challenge myself as a writer, so there's always pressure. What else can you come up with?

Nothing else exists when art does.

Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps, if we never veered off course, we wouldn't fall in love or have babies or be who we are.