There Was A Great Deal Of Peer

The Polar Express Began With The Idea Of A Train Standing Alone In The Woods. I Asked Myself, What If A Boy Gets On That Train? Where Does He Go?

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.

Its Not Bad To Be Different. Sometimes It's The Mark Of Being Very Very Talented.

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.

The Opportunity To Create A Small World Between Two Pieces Of Cardboard, Where Time Exists Yet Stands Still, Where People Talk And I Tell Them What To Say, Is Exciting And Rewarding.