Men are what their mothers made them.

Few sons are equal to their fathers; most fall short, all too few surpass them. 

Mother died today. Or maybe it was yesterday, I don’t know. 

Every man sees in his relatives, and especially in his cousins, a series of grotesque caricatures of himself.

A family’s photograph album is generally about the extended family—and, often, is all that remains of it.

I cannot bear a parent’s tears.

By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacationless class.

It is impossible to please all the world and one’s father.

Families, I hate you! Shut-in homes, closed doors, jealous possessions of happiness.

The most socially subversive institution of our time is the one-parent family.

In our family, as far as we are concerned, we were born and what happened before that is myth.