My life in Brooklyn was in constant danger because of my bad health.
I want to write something so simple, so short and so silly... and I want it to be for my brother.
Kids tell you what they think, not what they think they should think.
I grew up in a house that was in a constant state of mourning.
And [he] sailed back over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day and into the night of his very own room where he found his supper waiting for him and it was still hot
And the wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws.