Let the wild rumpus truly start …

Farewell, Maurice Sendak.

For all the wild things that live within me, I thank you.

They will never, ever be still.

where the wild things are

“I believe there is no part of our lives, our adult as well as child life, when we’re not fantasising, 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.”

~ Maurice Sendak (10 June, 1928 – 8 May, 2012)


Please don’t go. We’ll eat you up. We love you so.



1 Comment

  1. Generations of never-grown-up children gather around their campfires. To Mourn.

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