And Now," Cried Max, "let The Wild

There Are So Many Beautiful Things In The World Which I Will Have To Leave When I Die, But I'm Ready, I'm Ready, I'm Ready.

I Was A Very Sickly Child. My Parents Were Immigrants. They Were Not Decorous. They Were Not Discreet. They Always Thought I Was Gonna Die.

And The Walls Became The World All Around.

The Fan Mail I Get From Kids Are Asking Me Questions Which They Do Not Ask Their Mothers And Fathers. Because If They Had, Why Write To Me, A Perfect Stranger?

My Father Could Be Very Witty, Even If The Humor Was Always On The Darker Side Of Irony.