My Father Could Be Very

One Of The Beauties Of Being An Artist Is That You Can Create A Whole New World, With Circumstances That Are Better In Your Invented World Than They Are In The Real World.

Knowledge Is The Driving Force That Puts Creative Passion To Work.

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.

It's Only Adults Who Read The Top Layers Most Of The Time. I Think Children Read The Internal Meanings Of Everything.

I'd Like To Believe An Accumulation Of Experience Has Made Me A Sort Of A Grown-up Person, So I Can Have Judgment And Taste And Whatever.