“When we came to America i did not speak English. And we did not own books. My mother took me to the local library in the Bronx.We began at A and worked our way around the room. That airy space. The tall windows. The dappled light. The peace. It was a holy place for me.And it was somewhere between The Secret Garden and Pippi Longstocking that i knew some day i would write books for children.”
—Maira Kalman
