At the risk of extreme arrogance, I would put the first season of Lost alongside any accomplishment in television drama, including those of the idols who made me want to work in the medium.

Even though I quit the show after its second season — never to watch it again until the series finale — I have never ceased to be fiercely proud, and defensive, of our accomplishments as a writing staff, and those of the show’s creators.

If you are reading this, it might be because you asked me how it all began and I sent you here. Or it might be because — as still happens with depressing regularity — one of the show’s detractors, be that a critic, or, more vexingly, someone who has just created a show and wants to make sure the media realizes that they are above making the mistakes we made (all the while cribbing our best moves) has come out purporting yet again to have some sort “proof” that “the writers of Lost did not know what they were doing.”

via Lost – the grillo-marxuach experimental design bureau.