WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE, a land far beyond the bedroom of Max, king of all wild things. A traveller must sail through night and day in and out of weeks for almost over a year to journey there. The wild things will threaten the traveller, but can be tamed by staring into their yellow eyes without blinking once. Only then will the traveller be declared king of all wild things and allowed to preside over the wild rumpus. Should a visitor wish to leave they may find themselves threatened to be eaten by the wild things, it is unknown whether the creatures really mean it.
(Maurice Sendak, Where the Wild Things Are, New York, 1963)