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

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

“Then from far away across the world he smelled good things to eat, so he gave up being king of the wild things.”

“I'll eat you up!”

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

“Grown-ups desperately need to feel safe, and then they project onto the kids. But what none of us seem to realize is how smart kids are. They don’t like what we write for them, what we dish up for them, because it’s vapid, so they’ll go for the hard words, they’ll go for the hard concepts, they’ll go for the stuff where they can learn something. Not didactic things, but passionate things.”

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