“Oh, please don’t go – we’ll eat you up – we love you so!”

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

Farewell to Maurice Sendak, the author/illustrator of Where the Wild Things Are. I loved that story as a kid. It’s strange to think that the book is old enough for my parents to have read it as children. Or perhaps not so strange – it feels like Max has always been roaring into that dark jungle, and sailing home every night to find his supper still warm.

Sendak understood the feeling of being a kid, the triumphs and the terrors, better than any writer I could name. Capturing that feeling was a large part of why I loved Spike Jonze’s beautiful, melancholy film.

I hope the wild rumpus rages on.

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