The wild things roared their terrible roars
and gnashed their terrible teeth
and rolled their terrible eyes
and showed their terrible claws,
but Max stepped into his private boat
and waved good-bye,
and sailed back
over a year
and in and out of weeks
and through a day
and into the night
to his very own Room
where he found his Supper waiting for him—
and it was still hot.
He tamed them all by the magic trick of staring into their big yellow eyes without blinking once!
— Where the Wild Things Are – Maurice Sendak