I know I'm still young and there's a lot of time for things to happen, but sometimes I think there is something about me that's wrong, that I'm not the kind of person anyone can fall in love with, and that I'll always just be alone.

I started thinking about [ what book is going to go next] when I was working on As Easy as Falling Off the Face of the Earth.

I don't feel like it's something I invented myself, rather something I absorbed and continue to do.

I love when I'm trying to do something I don't know how to do, and it kind of figures itself out along the way. And that means messing up a lot. That means throwing away a lot of drawings.

In the bedroom time I have generated thoughts, and then in the studio I take those thoughts and try to shape them into something.

I don't think about it that much, but sometimes I am surprised by that. I sometimes wonder why I didn't turn out to be the kind of picture-book writer who has stuffed animals that go with their books. That would be okay with me.

A long time ago, I had an idea to make a book for preschoolers who had older siblings who were going to school.