The Day After Paul Newman Was Dead,

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!

I Hate [ebooks]. It's Like Making Believe There's Another Kind Of Sex. There Isn't Another Kind Of Sex. There Isn't Another Kind Of Book! A Book Is A Book Is A Book.

I Want To Be Alone And Work Until The Day My Heads Hits The Drawing Table And I'm Dead. Kaput. I Feel Very Much Like I Want To Be With My Brother And Sister Again. They're Nowhere. I Know They're Nowhere And They Don't Exist, But If Nowhere Means That's Where They Are, That's Where I Want To Be.

And The Wild Things Roared Their Terrible Roars And Gnashed Their Terrible Teeth And Rolled Their Terrible Eyes And Showed Their Terrible Claws.

It's Only Adults Who Read The Top Layers Most Of The Time. I Think Children Read The Internal Meanings Of Everything.