“ Each month is gay,Each season nice,When eatingChicken soupWith rice ”
And Max, the king of all wild things, was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all.
~ Maurice Sendak
I have nothing now but praise for my life. I'm not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can't stop them. They leave me and I love them more...
The day after Paul Newman was dead, he was twice as dead.
It's only adults who read the top layers most of the time. I think children read the internal meanings of everything.
