I Was A Very Sickly Child. My

Parents Shouldn't Assume Children Are Made Out Of Sugar Candy And Will Break And Collapse Instantly. Kids Don't. We Do.

Knowledge Is The Driving Force That Puts Creative Passion To Work.

Once A Little Boy Sent Me A Charming Card With A Little Drawing On It. I Loved It. I Answer All My Children’s Letters — Sometimes Very Hastily — But This One I Lingered Over. I Sent Him A Card And I Drew A Picture Of A Wild Thing On It. I Wrote, “dear Jim: I Loved Your Card.” Then I Got A Letter Back From His Mother And She Said, “jim Loved Your Card So Much He Ate It.” That To Me Was One Of The Highest Compliments I’ve Ever Received. He Didn’t Care That It Was An Original Maurice Sendak Drawing Or Anything. He Saw It, He Loved It, He Ate It.

I Think There Is Something Barbaric In Children, And It's Missing In Lots Of Books For Them Because We Don't Like To Think Of It. We Want Them To Be Happy [but] Childhood Is A Very Tough Time.

Each Month Is Gay, Each Season Nice, When Eating Chicken Soup With Rice