My books are really books that are impressed and loved with the memory of comics, and how important they were to me as a child. You know, I did live across the street from the Baptistery; I didn’t live near any famous person; I didn’t see Michelangelo go to work in the morning I just lived in Brooklyn, where everything was ordinary, and yet enticing and exciting and bewildering. The magic of childhood is the strangeness of childhood; the uniqueness that makes us see things that other people don’t see.
We all have to find our way. If I can find a way through picture making, book illustration or whatever you want to call it, I’ll be OK.
from this short interview with the great, the amazing Maurice Sendak, who died today. I’m lost for words.
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