One thing that was inspiring to me in my research about [Georgia] O'Keeffe was to learn that in addition to her success she had very hard times, and times when she was frustrated and uninspired.

I do think that it is one of the eternal questions about art, though - is all art intrinsically selfish?

From beginning to end, the novel [Dissemblers] took about three and a half years to write. I didn't write it chronologically.

I hope to work through disappointment and frustration with as much grace as [Georgia] O'Keeffe did, and I hope to have the same confidence in my own vision.

The book [The Dissemblers] officially came out two weeks after my thirtieth birthday...am I still young?

Does art play a role in the greater good of society, or does it just promote the satisfaction of the artist? I go back and forth on that question.

I am a tragically bad artist.