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.

I don't like things to be static when I'm working.

I felt ten years old and a thousand years old, but I didn't know how to be my own age. I had never felt that way before, but now I feel like that a lot.

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

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.

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

I love that when you're writing your mind is sort of figuring things out on its own, without you directing it.