I Cry A Lot Because I Miss

Children Do Live In Fantasy And Reality; They Move Back And Forth Very Easily In A Way We No Longer Remember How To Do.

I Think People Should Be Given A Test Much Like Driver's Tests As To Whether They're Capable Of Being Parents! It's An Art Form. I Talk A Lot. And I Think A Lot. And I Draw A Lot. But Never In A Million Years Would I Have Been A Parent. That's Just Work That's Too Hard.

'hansel And Gretel' Is One Of The Scariest Stories Ever Written! Psychotic Mother; Stupid, Inane Father.

If Life Is So Critical, If Anne Frank Could Die, If My Friend Could Die, Children Were As Vulnerable As Adults, And That Gave Me A Secret Purpose To My Work, To Make Them Live. Because I Wanted To Live. I Wanted To Grow Up.

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.