Tyler's Words Coming Out Of My Mouth.

To Some Of Us, The Nights Are Too Long. To Some, The Days.

A Writer's Job Is To Cultivate What Can Go Wrong. You're Always Looking For That Dramatic Arc Of Where Things Can Fail.

A Baby Is Such A Blank Slate, Like Training The Understudy For A Role You're Planning To Leave. You Truly Hope Your Replacement Will Do The Play Justice, But In Secret You Want Future Critics To Say You Played The Character Better.

I Don't Want To Die Without Any Scars.

Worker Bees Can Leave. Even Drones Can Fly Away. The Queen Is Their Slave.