All I Liked To Do

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

One Of The Few Graces Of Getting Old - And God Knows There Are Few Graces - Is That If You've Worked Hard And Kept Your Nose To The Grindstone, Something Happens: The Body Gets Old But The Creative Mechanism Is Refreshed, Smoothed And Oiled And Honed. That Is The Grace. That Is What's Happening To Me.

I Know That If There’s A Purpose For Life, It Was For Me To Hear Mozart.

Illustrations Have As Much To Say As The Text. The Trick Is To Say The Same Thing, But In A Different Way. It's No Good Being An Illustrator Who Is Saying A Lot That Is On His Or Her Mind, If It Has Nothing To Do With The Text. . . The Artist Must Override The Story, But He Must Also Override His Own Ego For The Sake Of The Story.

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.