Childhood Is A Tricky Business. Usually, Something

Life Has Only Gotten Better Personally For Me As I've Gotten Older. I Mean, Being Young Was Such A Gross Waste Of Time. I Was Just Such A Miserable, Miserable Person.

And The Wild Things Roared Their Terrible Roars And Gnashed Their Terrible Teeth And Rolled Their Terrible Eyes And Showed Their Terrible Claws.

Venturing Back Further, Learning Is So Slow. Accomplishment Is So Slow. Experiencing And Evaluating Your Experience Is So Slow.

I Never Spent Less Than Two Years On The Text Of One Of My Picture Books, Even Though Each Of Them Is Approximately 380 Words Long. Only When The Text Is Finished ... Do I Begin The Pictures.

I Had Lost My Sister Recently, Too, Which Meant That My Whole Family Was Gone. I Was The Baby Of The Family. There Were Five Sendaks And There Were Five Wild Things, And Now There's Only One Sendak, And He's About To Bite The Dust, Too! Life, As I Said Before, Was Very Difficult At That Time And So It Was Natural That There Would Be A Change In The Look Of Things. Also, I Was Very Impressed With My Own Strength In Doing This Under The Circumstances In Which I Was Living.