One Person's Magical Thinking Is Another Person's

I Think That At The End Of The Day I'm Drawn To A Certain Level Of Ambiguous Storytelling That Requires Hard Thought And Work In The Same Way That The New York Times Crossword Puzzle Does: Sometimes You Just Want To Put It Down Or Throw It Out The Window, But There's A Real Rewarding Sense If You Feel Like You've Cracked It.

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

Sometimes We Get Frustrated Ourselves And Decide It's Time To Download A Big Chunk Of Mythology. And Then The Audience Says, 'i Find This Confusing And Alienating And Too Weird.' So Then We Pull Back, And They Say, 'you're Not Giving Us Enough'.

I Stand By The Lost Finale. It's The Story That We Wanted To Tell, And We Told It. No Excuses. No Apologies. I Look Back On It As Fondly As I Look Back On The Process Of Writing The Whole Show. And While I'll Always Care What You Think, I Can't Be A Slave To It Anymore. Here's Why: I Did It For Me. I Liked It. I Was Good At It. And I Was Really … I Was Alive.

I Promised Myself I Would Never Be One Of Those People Who Complained About "oh Man, Lots Of People Are Interested In Our Movie And Now I Gotta Talk About It."