I Refuse To Cater To The Bullshit

I Mean, Being A Child Was Being A Child, Was Being A Creature Without Power, Without Pocket Money, Without Escape Routes Of Any Kind. So I Didn't Want To Be A Child.

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!

We're Animals. We're Violent. We're Criminal. We're Not So Far Away From The Gorillas And The Apes, Those Beautiful Creatures.

If I Have An Unusual Gift, It's Not That I Draw Particularly Better Than Other People - I've Never Fooled Myself About That. Rather It's That I Remember Things Other People Don't Recall: The Sounds And Feelings And Images - The Emotional Quality - Of Particular Moments In Childhood. Happily An Essential Part Of Myself - My Dreaming Life - Still Lives In The Light Of Childhood.

I'm Getting Old. And I'm Disappointed In Everything Just The Way Old People Traditionally, Boringly Are. That Bothers Me Because Is It Too Traditional? Am I Not Fighting Hard Enough? I Don't Feel The Fight. I Don't Feel It.