I'm not a perfectionist. I'm just very observant.

Though I’ve grown old, the bell still rings for me as it does for all who truly believe.

I write for what's left of the eight-year-old still rattling around inside my head

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.

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?

I have lots of ideas. The problem for me has always been which one to do.

I'm not a perfectionist. I'm just very observant.