I do not remember any proper children's books in my childhood. I was not exposed to them.

Children do live in fantasy and reality; they move back and forth very easily in a way we no longer remember how to do.

And the wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws.

Each month is gay, Each season nice, When eating Chicken soup With rice

We're animals. We're violent. We're criminal. And if I've done anything, I've had kids express themselves as they are.

We're animals. We're violent.

I believe there is no part of our lives, our adult as well as child life, when we're not fantasizing, but we prefer to relegate fantasy to children, as though it were some tomfoolery only fit for the immature minds of the young. Children do live in fantasy and reality; they move back and forth very easily in a way we no longer remember how to do.