Imagine a fiery lil’ precocious kid, building canoes and paddles from cardboard boxes, paper rolls and broomsticks, and suiting up in his warmest pajamas, ready for his journey down the shallow creek near the back of an old italian farm…Thanks, Maurice…without reading any of your books, that five year-old plopped in the middle of a foreign country would have never ventured out. By the way, the boat sank;)

Maurice Sendak (1928-2012)