And Max, the king of all wild things, was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all.
Sendak is in search of what he calls a "yummy death". William Blake set the standard, jumping up from his death bed at the last minute to start singing. "A happy death," says Sendak. "It can be done." He lifts his eyebrows to two peaks. "If you're William Blake and totally crazy.
Each month is gay,
Each season nice,
When eating
Chicken soup
With rice
It's only adults who read the top layers most of the time. I think children read the internal meanings of everything.
And it is through fantasy that children achieve catharsis. It is the best means they have for taming wild things.
You cannot write for children. They're much too complicated. You can only write books that are of interest to them.
Childhood is cannibals and psychotics vomiting in your mouth!