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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.

You Know Who My Gods Are, Who I Believe In Fervently? Herman Melville, Emily Dickinson - She's Probably The Top - Mozart, Shakespeare, Keats. These Are Wonderful Gods Who Have Gotten Me Through The Narrow Straits Of Life.

The Magic Of Childhood Is The Strangeness Of Childhood — The Uniqueness That Makes Us See Things That Other People Don't See.

I've Always Loved Pigs: The Shape Of Them, The Look Of Them, And The Fact That They Are So Intelligent.

I Hate [ebooks]. It's Like Making Believe There's Another Kind Of Sex. There Isn't Another Kind Of Sex. There Isn't Another Kind Of Book! A Book Is A Book Is A Book.