At the end of day, people are starving and, if people are starving and thirsty and they need to keep their families alive, people become desperate quickly. There are real world examples of this.

Kids aint supposed to be grateful! They're supposed to eat your food, break your heart.

It's hard asking someone with a broken heart to fall in love again.

I've had a lifelong obsession with urban legends and American folklore.

Television showrunners are a foolishly optimistic bunch.

Beyond all our Blackberries and iPhones, we're dangerously separated from our food and water supplies.

We are definitely living in the butterfly effect theory, where any change that is made in the past is going to have a very logical cause-and-effect ramification of the present.

I've always said at the beginning of every single season of the show when I was running the show in the writers' room, "This is the last season, so let's smoke 'em if we've got 'em."

When I am kicking around show ideas, or really any idea, usually an image comes to me. I don't really start with a character or a logline like, "What if the electricity turned off?"

Your half-caff double vanilla latte is getting cold over here, Francis.

People simply don't make eye contact anymore.

Christianity is not a spectator sport, it’s something in which we become totally involved.

The jealousy holds neither the colours and nor the places. It is voiceless and timeless a time bomb within you to blow up only you, not others.

Humor is so important to the American scene throughout history.

My aim is to make you look the best you can and if that means a little bit of internal pulling and hoisting up, then so be it.

Someone Should Write Me a Love Poem but I'm Stuck Doing It Myself

I've just become quite fixated on the idea of calmness and peacefulness somewhere, someday.

I've dyed my hair a million times and it looks terrible, always. It just looks fake. And it doesn't make me look that much younger.

I've always found too that somewhere in whatever you've just written lies the seed of what you're going to write next.

Beautiful colours can be bought in the shops on the Riatlo, but good drawing can only be bought from the casket of the artist's talent with patient study and nights with out sleep.

I always had the sense of being in the spotlight, being on stage, being looked at.