“And Supernatural, in fact, going there wasit felt like a place where I had to actually, um, learn to be kind of manly. I felt like I had to kind of change my, like, way of speaking for a little bit, just to kind of fit in, oddly enough. Which was weird.”

There’s a lot of levels of metanarrative that I like to play with. That’s why I like the Ghostfacers, because we actually managed to come back off the strike with an episode that claimed that the CW wasn’t able to get an episode of Supernatural done fast enough.

Think of every character as a main character. They believe they’re the main characters in their stories. No one should just be an obstacle.

So the prelude to ‘Ghostfacers!’ is the Ghostfacers going, ‘Yeah, those fat-cat writers, we’ve got a show that’s better than that bullshit anyway.’ I mean, that’s pretty cool in the world of metanarrative, which is, I have to admit, one of my abiding passions.

The ‘working poor,’ as they are approvingly termed, are in fact the major philanthropists of our society.

Great commanders write their actions with simplicity; because they receive more glory from facts than from words.

Disaster is rarely as pervasive as it seems from recorded accounts. The fact of being on the record makes it appear continuous and ubiquitous whereas it is more likely to have been sporadic both in time and place.

Reputations are shaped not by facts but by prejudices.

Facts mean nothing to wounded feelings.

In fact, there is clear evidence of black intellectual superiority: in 1984, 92 percent of blacks voted to retire Ronald Reagan, compared to only 36 percent of whites.

It is seeing which establishes our place in the surrounding world; we explain that world with words, but words can never undo the fact that we are surrounded by it

I sleep people. I put people unconscious. I’m stating facts.