“I think what I’ve offered was different. But not because I drew better than anybody, or wrote better than anybody, but because I was more honest than anybody. And in the discussion of children, and the lives of children, and the fantasies of children, and the language of children, I said anything I wanted, because I don’t believe in children. I don’t believe in childhood. I don’t believe there’s a demarcation of “you mustn’t tell them this, you mustn’t tell them that.” You tell them anything you want. Just tell them if it’s true. If it’s true, you tell them.”
I was recently having a discussion with a friend about how Maurice Sendak embodied everything that I hoped to be when I get older; smart, critical, passionate, firm in standing behind my work, willing to challenge others and not speak down to children. In my life I’ve never really been one to feel much when I hear about a celebrity passing away but this morning I when I heard the news (and even now as I write this) I can’t help but tear up a bit. I know the world doesn’t need yet another blogger eulogizing but just wanted to put that out there.