I wholeheartedly agree with what Bobby mentioned : Death is a part of life though, so we can only honor those who touched and inspired us in our time in this world.
The New York Times has a nice piece on Maurice, his life, and his work.
“Where the Wild Things Are.”
In simple, incantatory language, the book told the story of Max, a naughty boy who rages at his mother and is sent to his room without supper. A pocket Odysseus, Max promptly sets sail: And he sailed off through night and day and in and out of weeks and almost over a year to where the wild things are. There, Max leads the creatures in a frenzied rumpus before sailing home, anger spent, to find his supper waiting.
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