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For My Father The One Calamity Was That My Brother And Sister And I Never Learned To Swim. My Father, Who Was Very Macho, Was A Strong Swimmer And Was Terribly Disappointed To Have Children Who Didn't Swim. Once When My Mother Was Sitting In A Beach Chair - I Can Still See The Big Umbrella - She Called To My Father, "throw Them In! Throw Them In! They'll Swim!" So He Did. Then He Looked Down, And There Were The Three Sendak Children Lying Perfectly Still Underwater, Not Fighting For Life!

I Remember My Own Childhood Vividly...i Knew Terrible Things. But I Knew I Mustn't Let Adults Know I Knew. It Would Scare Them

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

I Never Set Out To Write Books For Children. I Don't Have A Feeling That I'm Gonna Save Children Or My Life Is Devoted.

Truthfullness To Life-both Fantasy Life And Factual Life-is The Basis Of All Great Art.