I Don't Think Anybody Wants To See

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 Remember What It Was Like To Be Doing 'lost' And How Creatively Immersive It Was. I Just Couldn't Really Engage On Anything Else, Other Than 'lost;' I Was Just Thinking About It All The Time, And Then There Was Just The Pure Workload, The 70- Or 80-hour Weeks.

Hopping Around Time In A Non-linear Storytelling Fashion (on 'lost') Allows You To Bring Back Characters Who Are Dead And, In Some Cases, Buried. Now That Time Travel Is The Story Itself, It Opens Up Even More Doors. So When An Actor Reads That They're Getting Killed Off On The Show, They're Basically, Like, 'okay, But Should I Still Bother To Show Up Next Week?'

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.