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But he cherished the letters that individual children sent him unbidden, which burst with the sparks that his work had ignited.
‘Dear Mr. Sendak,’ read one, from an 8-year-old boy. ‘How much does it cost to get to where the wild things are? If it is not expensive, my sister and I would like to spend the summer there.’
” Maurice Sendak’s obituary in The New York Times
