Right, except I'm not going to lie to my mom, because what kind of bastard lies to his own mother?
An Abundance of KatherinesIt is sad that unless you are born a god, your life,from its very beginning, is a mystery to you.
The Autobiography of My MotherFreedom, where are you? Who holds you back? [...] The mother of wit and pleasure, Oh freedom!
AntologÃÂa poéticaWhen a man who is drinking neat gin starts talking about his mother he is past all argument.
The African QueenI would have stayed forever within the garden of Re-mose's childhood, but time is a mother's enemy.
The Red Tent