How life did imitate art sometimes. And the cruder the art, the closer the imitation.

You learned to accept, or you ended up in a small room writing letters home with Crayolas.

A library card is good to have, you can never have too much ID.

When the dawn was still long hours away, bad thoughts took on flesh and began to walk. In the middle of the night thoughts became zombies.

Showrunning is a thing where you have to work with tons of different people. You have to schmooze people, you have to talk to network people. I don't want to do any of that.

and then woe is you, Pauly. Woe to the max.

I think telling stories is like pushing something. Pushing against uncreation itself, maybe.