I think there’s something inherently dishonest in trying to go back and mess with the past.

I’ve always thought of myself as an organic writer, rather than a cerebral one. I feel my way along as I go, hoping I’ll get to the place I intend to reach.

I’ve had editors over the years who couldn’t find a clue if it was stapled to their butt.

It’s all about who’s where on the food chain. When I’m the story editor, I expect my writers to follow my vision. When I’m working for another editor, I’m obliged to follow their vision.

I’ve never had to work out of the arts. I’ve always either been a writer or an editor, or something where I’ve made my living from doing what I love. You can’t get any better than that.

I’ve always been the audience that I wanted to reach, so I write for myself.

Sometimes you’re not even sure which of your stories were failures. There are things I’ve written that I thought were complete catastrophes when I finished with them that have gone on to generate some of my most positive feedback.

When I’m my own editor, there’s very little difference between the first draft and the final. I write what feels right to begin with. I rarely make any major changes.

These days, it seems that if you’re not already in place, you can’t get there from here.

The curse of comic book adaptations, when I was younger, was that the director or producer would go, “Don’t worry about it, it’s just a comic book.”