It's No Fun Being Lonely.

I Don't Know How To Write A Children's Book.

And The Wild Things Roared Their Terrible Roars And Gnashed Their Terrible Teeth And Rolled Their Terrible Eyes And Showed Their Terrible Claws.

I Think It Is Unnatural To Think That There Is Such A Thing As A Blue-sky, White-clouded Happy Childhood For Anybody. Childhood Is A Very, Very Tricky Business Of Surviving It. Because If One Thing Goes Wrong Or Anything Goes Wrong, And Usually Something Goes Wrong, Then You Are Compromised As A Human Being. You're Going To Trip Over That For A Good Part Of Your Life.

As A Child, I Felt That Books Were Holy Objects, To Be Caressed, Rapturously Sniffed, And Devotedly Provided For. I Gave My Life To Them. I Still Do. I Continue To Do What I Did As A Child; Dream Of Books, Make Books And Collect Books.

We All Want To Be Renewed, Don't We?