I Hate Those E-books. They

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

When I Did 'bumble-ardy,' I Was So Intensely Aware Of Death. Eugene, My Friend And Partner, Was Dying Here In The House When I Did 'bumble-ardy'. I Did 'bumble-ardy' To Save Myself. I Did Not Want To Die With Him. I Wanted To Live, As Any Human Being Does.

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.

Kids Lead A Very Private Life.

I Refuse To Cater To The Bullshit Of Innocence.