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

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

Oh, please don't go — I'll eat you up — I love you so!

Oh please don't go- we'll eat you up- we love you so!

Please don't go. We'll eat you up. We love you so.

Please don't go. We'll eat you up. We love you so.

Art has always been my salvation. And my gods are Herman Melville, Emily Dickinson, Mozart. I believe in them with all my heart. And when Mozart is playing in my room, I am in conjunction with something I can’t explain — I don’t need to. I know that if there’s a purpose for life, it was for me to hear Mozart. Or if I walk in the woods and I see an animal, the purpose of my life was to see that animal. I can recollect it, I can notice it. I’m here to take note of. And that is beyond my ego, beyond anything that belongs to me, an observer, an observer.

We've educated children to think that spontaneity is inappropriate. Children are willing to expose themselves to experiences. We aren't. Grownups always say they protect their children, but they're really protecting themselves. Besides, you can't protect children. They know everything.