I Cry A Lot Because I Miss

I Thought That If I Were Going Into Old Age I Would Want To Do What [giuseppe] Verdi Did, Which Is To Write Extraordinary Things, And To Really Find Myself.

[drawing] And Making Things Was All We Ever Did. My Brother And I Built The Entire New York World's Fair Of 1939 In Miniature Out Of Wax. The Floor Of Our Room Was Covered With Little Waxen Buildings. Nobody Else Could Come In.

There Are Certain Pieces Of Music That Are Always Attached To Certain Books.

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 Never Spent Less Than Two Years On The Text Of One Of My Picture Books, Even Though Each Of Them Is Approximately 380 Words Long. Only When The Text Is Finished ... Do I Begin The Pictures.