I think about dying. I've come to realize we all die alone in one way or another.

Because for whatever reason, even though I want to stay home all the time and be left alone, I want to tell the world who I am now.

I love the solitude of being on a plane and finally getting to read an entire book and being left alone.

I don't think I ever got the hang of the writers' room. I love collaborating with people, but I really do my best work alone, and I think I would want to - if I did something again, I think I'd want to take total ownership the way Aaron Sorkin or David Kelley does.

Fear of error which everything recalls to me at every moment of the flight of my ideas, this mania for control, makes men prefer reason's imagination to the imagination of the senses. And yet it is always the imagination alone which is at work.