Kids Never Get Pissed At Their Parents.

Grown-ups Desperately Need To Feel Safe, And Then They Project Onto The Kids. But What None Of Us Seem To Realize Is How Smart Kids Are. They Don’t Like What We Write For Them, What We Dish Up For Them, Because It’s Vapid, So They’ll Go For The Hard Words, They’ll Go For The Hard Concepts, They’ll Go For The Stuff Where They Can Learn Something. Not Didactic Things, But Passionate Things.

My Big Concern Is Me And What Do I Do Now Until The Time Of My Death. That Is Valid. That Is Useful. That Is Beautiful. That Is Creative.

I'm Writing A Poem Right Now About A Nose. I've Always Wanted To Write A Poem About A Nose. But It's A Ludicrous Subject. That's Why, When I Was Younger, I Was Afraid Of [writing] Something That Didn't Make A Lot Of Sense. But Now I'm Not. I Have Nothing To Worry About. It Doesn't Matter.

And Max, The King Of All Wild Things, Was Lonely And Wanted To Be Where Someone Loved Him Best Of All.

Then From Far Away Across The World He Smelled Good Things To Eat, So He Gave Up Being King Of The Wild Things.