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.

We all do what we can, and it has to be good enough, and if it isn't good enough, it has to do.

Only two things happen to writers when they die: Either their work survives, or it becomes forgotten.

I didn't go to bars much. One drunken asshole was all I could handle and that was me. I wrote. I don't remember a lot of it.

And in the gunslinger's mind, those words echoed: You dare not.

So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely crosses our minds. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little.

Cut him. Cut him while I stand here and watch. I want to see the blood flow. Don't make me tell you twice.