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If You're The Guy Who Basically Shows Up With Coal At The Locomotive, They Will Put It In The Train. Like, They Won't Even Assess Whatever Or Not It's Good Coal. Just Throw It In There.

I Can't Live My Life Under The Sort Of "i Cannot Fail" Philosophy, Because Then Every Time I Do Fail, Which Feels More Inevitable Than Me Being Perfect All The Time, It's Going To Be Soul Crushing. And More Importantly, I'll Never Take Any Risks.

I Think One Of The Problems In Determining The Ending For A Television Series Is That You Don't Know How Long The Show Is Gonna Last. Particularly Because We Were In The Unique Position Of Adapting Tom's Perrotta Novel The Leftovers, It Always Felt Like The First Season Was Gonna End With The End Of Tom's Novel, And Then We Would Figure Things Out From There And Look Back.

Essentially, There's No Scientific Evidence Whatsoever That Could Ever Be Presented To Me That Would Wipe Out My Fundamental Spiritual Beliefs.

I Would Say That My Fatal Flaw, As A Human Being, Is That I Need People To Like Me, And If They Don't Like Me, I Will Obsess Over It - And Try To Change My Personality Until They Like Me - Even If They Don't Like Me For Reasons That Have Nothing To Do With Me, And Even If They're Strangers.