Not only are there no happy endings,' she told him, 'there aren't even any endings.

A flash of resentment. It's hard enough being alive, trying to survive in the world and find your place in it, to do the things you need to do to get by, without wondering if the thing you just did, whatever it was, was worth someone having...if not died, then having given up her life. It wasn't fair. "Life's not fair," said Ginnie, as if I had spoken aloud.

I love the auditioning process. I love working with the technical guys. I absolutely love the editing room. That was completely fascinating to me, working with an editor in crafting the thing into something you had in your head.

The real problem with stories - if you keep them going long enough, they always end in death.

People take on the shapes of the songs and the stories that surround them, especially if they don't have their own song.

But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?

[I spent] much of my time reminding Matt Groening that I really need to be a head in a jar on Futurama.