My House Had Suddenly Turned Into A

Ben Remembered Reading About Curators In "wonderstruck", And Thought About What Id Meant To Curate Your Own Life, As His Dad Had Done Here. What Would It Be Like To Pick And Choose The Objects And Stories That Would Go In Your Own Cabinet? How Would Ben Curate His Own Life? And Then, Thinking About His Museum Box, And His House, And His Books, And The Secret Room, He Realized He'd Already Begun Doing It. Maybe, Thought Ben, We Are All Cabinets Of Wonders.

Like A Mermaid Rising From An Ocean Of Paper, The Girl Emerged Across The Room.

Well, Everything Surprises Me About The Writing Process Because Illustrating Comes Much More Naturally To Me Than Writing Does.

In That Moment, The Machinery Of The World Lined Up. Somewhere A Clock Struck Midnight, And Hugo's Future Seemed To Fall Perfectly Into Place.

But I'm A Fairly Mechanical Worker - I Tend Not To Think About Themes So Much As Plot. I Want To Get The Feeling Right. If It's Moving Through Tunnels, I Ask Myself, What Is It Like To Move Through Tunnels?