In Plain Terms, A Child Is A

I'm Not Jaded. I Never Have Been Jaded. I've Always Been Surprised At My Success. I've Always Enjoyed It.

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.

I Know There Are Supposedly Happy People In This World. I Never Believed It, But I Take It For Granted. God Knows, They're All On Television.

Mothers And Children Are Human Beings, And They Will Sometimes Do The Wrong Thing.

It Was Inconceivable To Me As A Child That I Would Be An Adult. I Mean, One Assumed That It Would Happen, But Obviously It Didn't Happen, Or If It Did, It Happened When Your Back Was Turned, And Then Suddenly You Were There. So I Couldn't Have Thought About It Much.