I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can’t stop them. They leave me and I love them more.

R.I.P., Mr. Sendak. You created one of the great anarchic works of literature, Where the Wild Things Are, which in its brevity is far deeper than most thousand-page novels.

If you missed Sendak’s unbelievably amazing interview with Stephen Colbert, or indeed if you didn’t, please enjoy:

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    chingona says:

    I’ll also leave a link to the piece NPR ran today, a compilation of several interviews he did with Terry Gross for Fresh Air. I nearly wept several times in the car. I did not know – though should not have been surprised – at how dark and haunted his childhood was by death, both the prospect of his own death from disease and the death of his father’s entire extended family in the Holocaust. I also laughed out loud on several occasions. He modeled the Wild Things on his childhood disgust with grown-ups, with their bulbous noses and bad teeth and strange hairy growths. That book is just about perfect. The Fresh Air segment ends with a fairly recent interview with an obviously very frail Sendak saying, “Live your life. Live your life. Live your life.”