I Never Set Out To Write Books

I Had Been Reading A Fabulous Book [the Man Verdi, By Frank Walker] About [giuseppe] Verdi, Whom I Adore.

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!

If Children Are Different From Us, They Are More Spontaneous. Grown-up Lives Have Become Overlaid With Dross.

The Magic Of Childhood Is The Strangeness Of Childhood — The Uniqueness That Makes Us See Things That Other People Don't See.

The Day After Paul Newman Was Dead, He Was Twice As Dead.