We had a dog, Lucky, who was fourteen years old. For the last year of his life, I would take him on these walks that were long but didn't cover much distance.

I had a general outline of subjects. The way I start my days is my husband brings me a thermos of coffee up to the bedroom.

I'm structured with time.

By the time I finished the book [All Alone in the Universe], Robin Roy was saying, "More pictures!"

With most of my books, there are some parts that pop up right away, and other parts I have to wait for.

I know if I did that [career as painter] all the time I would get tired of it.

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