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
“Mother was an extremely intelligent person. Quite sensuous, in many ways.”
She looked at me with a kind of fresh acuteness.
“Do you find me terribly cold?”
From JD Salinger’s For Esmé-with Love and Squalor (1950)
Filed under Photographs
Then he made one last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affection had rotted away…
…and he could not find it.
From Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s One Hundred Years of Solitude (1967)
Filed under Album Covers