Kids Never Get Pissed At Their Parents.

An Illustrator In My Own Mind - And This Is Not A Truth Of Any Kind - Is Someone Who So Falls In Love With Writing That He Wishes He Had Written It, And The Closest He Can Get To Is Illustrating It. And The Next Thing You Learn, You Have To Find Something Unique In This Book, Which Perhaps Even The Author Was Not Entirely Aware Of. And That's What You Hold On To, And That's What You Add To The Pictures: A Whole Other Story That You Believe In, That You Think Is There.

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.

And [he] Sailed Back Over A Year And In And Out Of Weeks And Through A Day And Into The Night Of His Very Own Room Where He Found His Supper Waiting For Him And It Was Still Hot

I Can't Believe I've Turned Into A Typical Old Man. I Can't Believe It. I Was Young Just Minutes Ago.

Do Parents Sit Down And Tell Their Kids Everything? I Don't Know. I Don't Know. I've Convinced Myself - I Hope I'm Right - That Children Despair Of You If You Don't Tell Them The Truth.