“And now," cried Max, "let the wild rumpus start!”

“Let the wild rumpus start!”

“And Max, the king of all wild things, was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all.”

“But the wild things cried, “Oh please don't go- We'll eat you up- we love you so!”

“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...”

“And it is through fantasy that children achieve catharsis. It is the best means they have for taming wild things.”

“And the wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws.”