And Max, the king of all wild things, was lonely…
…and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all.
From Maurice Sendak’s Where the Wild Things Are (1963)
And Max, the king of all wild things, was lonely…
…and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all.
From Maurice Sendak’s Where the Wild Things Are (1963)
Filed under Flyers
There are no characters in this story and almost no dramatic confrontations…
…because most of the people in it are so sick and so much the listless playthings of enormous forces.
From Kurt Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse-Five (1969)
Filed under Drawings
Some say that we shall never know, and that to the Gods we are like the flies that the boys kill on a Summer’s day…
…and some say, to the contrary, that the very sparrows do not lose a feather that has not been brushed away by the finger of God.
From Thornton Wilder’s Bridge of San Luis Rey (1927)
Filed under Flyers