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

In some ways I'm very structured.

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.

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.

I generally have an idea where I want to go, but I don't know how I'm going to get there.

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

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 knew what infinity was. Being a previous art student, I knew about some art concepts.

Some of it just involved thinking about, for example, the different kinds of science, what chemistry is.

I [drinking coffee] for about an hour, I get dressed and go down in my studio, and that's a different kind of working.

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

He who lies down with dogs shall rise with fleas

Dreaming By Day, Wishing On Stars At Night...

Fears can stop dreams, but not regrets

There are vampires. They are real, they are of our time, and they are here, close by, stalking us as we sleep...

When they bring the drama, get silent, don't react...and watch what happens (not to you, but those who habitually thrive on your 'willing' participation).

I enjoy directing. I don't know whether it's improving or not, but it's certainly evolving in different directions.

The funniest things are the forbidden.

If freedom's best friends cannot unify around a realistic, actionable program of fundamental change, one that attracts and persuades a broad majority of our fellow citizens, big change will not come

Though the fact that they have to be rebuilt And frequently mortgaged to the hilt Is inclined to take the gilt Off the gingerbread, And certainly damps the fun Of the eldest son.

The Big Cactus. I will stick you.