It mostly is an isolationist form of life, doing books, doing pictures. And it’s the only true happiness I’ve ever, ever enjoyed in my life. It’s sublime. To just go into another room, and make pictures. It’s magic time. Where all your weaknesses of character, and all the blemishes of personality, and whatever else torments you, fades away. It just doesn’t matter. You’re doing the one thing you want to do and you do it well and you know you do it well. And you’re happy.
Maurice Sendak was one of the first illustrators to ever influence my imagination. As a child, his stories and pictures took me to so many places, and I still find joy in them now. He will be greatly missed.