I Had A Brother Who

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

Art Has Always Been My Salvation. And My Gods Are Herman Melville, Emily Dickinson, Mozart. I Believe In Them With All My Heart. And When Mozart Is Playing In My Room, I Am In Conjunction With Something I Can’t Explain — I Don’t Need To. I Know That If There’s A Purpose For Life, It Was For Me To Hear Mozart. Or If I Walk In The Woods And I See An Animal, The Purpose Of My Life Was To See That Animal. I Can Recollect It, I Can Notice It. I’m Here To Take Note Of. And That Is Beyond My Ego, Beyond Anything That Belongs To Me, An Observer, An Observer.

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.

I Never Thought Of Bumble-ardy In That Way. But I Still Have That Same Deep Feeling For Children Who Are In Dire Trouble. I See Bumble-ardy As A Lonely, Unhappy Kid Who Is Doing The Very Best He Can To Be In The World, To Have A Party.

I Do Not Remember Any Proper Children's Books In My Childhood. I Was Not Exposed To Them.