My Big Concern Is Me And What

I Cry A Lot Because I Miss People. They Die And I Can't Stop Them. They Leave Me And I Love Them More.

I’m Not Hans Christian Andersen. Nobody’s Gonna Make A Statue In The Park With A Lot Of Scrambling Kids Climbing Up Me. I Won’t Have It, Okay?

I Think People Should Be Given A Test Much Like Driver's Tests As To Whether They're Capable Of Being Parents!

For My Father The One Calamity Was That My Brother And Sister And I Never Learned To Swim. My Father, Who Was Very Macho, Was A Strong Swimmer And Was Terribly Disappointed To Have Children Who Didn't Swim. Once When My Mother Was Sitting In A Beach Chair - I Can Still See The Big Umbrella - She Called To My Father, "throw Them In! Throw Them In! They'll Swim!" So He Did. Then He Looked Down, And There Were The Three Sendak Children Lying Perfectly Still Underwater, Not Fighting For Life!

I Never Can Satisfy Some Need In Me To Achieve Something Of Incredible Hight. For My Sake. It Puzzles Me Deeply. And It Sours My Life. So There Is A Permanent Dissatisfaction.