You Can Make Up Your Own Story

I Can Draw Pencil Lines To Show Something Is Moving, But If I'm Writing, I Struggle With How To Write It. The Boy Ran Down The Hallway? The Boy Ran Quickly Down The Hallway? The Boy Ran Down The Marble Hallway? I Agonize Over The Words. So My Editor Works Very Hard. I'm Lucky To Have Her.

I Think When I'm Drawing, I'm Seeing What's Happening On The Page Almost As If It Were Unfolding Like A Movie In My Head.

She Walked To The Rear Door And Took Out A Bobby Pin From Her Pocket. Hugo Watched As She Fiddled With The Pin Inside The Lock Until It Clicked And The Door Opened. "how Did You Learn To Do That?" Asked Hugo. "books," Answered Isabelle.

I Think I Always Knew That I Would Do Something With Art Because It Was The One Thing That I Knew I Was Really Good At.

Maybe That's Why A Broken Machine Always Makes Me A Little Sad, Because It Isn't Able To Do What It Was Meant To Do...maybe It's The Same With People," Hugo Continued. "if You Lose Your Purpose...it's Like You're Broken.