The Idea Of The Extraordinary Happening In

The Polar Express Was The Easiest Of My Picture Book Manuscripts To Write... Once I Realized The Train Was Going To The North Pole, Finding The Story Seemed Less Like A Creative Effort Than An Act Of Recollection. I Felt, Like The Storys Narrator, That I Was Remembering Something, Not Making It Up.

Following My Muse Has Worked Out Pretty Well So Far. I Can't See Any Reason To Change The Formula Now.

Certain Peer Pressures Encourage Little Fingers To Learn How To Hold A Football Instead Of A Crayon. I Confess To Having Yielded To These Pressures.

I Write For What's Left Of The Eight-year-old Still Rattling Around Inside My Head

Some Artists Claim Praise Is Irrelevant In Measuring The Success Of Art, But I Think It's Quite Relevant. Besides, It Makes Me Feel Great.