When I was kidnapped as a child my parents sent a letter to the hijackers me Pay 5,000 dollars or your back

But I was wrong. His parents had a little bit more, and they asked if I needed that, too. And I said yes. And they gave me their last three thousand dollars, draining their savings down to zero. How I wished I could put that check in my desk drawer and not cash it. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. On my way out the door I stopped. I asked them: “Why are you doing this?” “Because,” Woodell’s mother said, “if you can’t trust the company your son is working for, then who can you trust?

Писнало ми е от хора, дето все въздишат.

Sometimes I’d give my mother a hundred bucks and she wouldn’t pay me back. She didn’t respect me like that. I’d say, “You owe me some money, Ma.” And she’d just say, “You owe me your life, boy. I’m not paying you back.

Тя ми обеща да се грижи за мен, сложи ме на коленете си и ми изпя една детска приспивна песен от Сенегал. И във Франция има, но аз не съм ги слушал, защото бебе никога не съм бил, все съм си имал и други грижи на главата.

"Mark, you don't pay back your parents. You can't. The debt you owe them gets collected by your children, who hand it down in turn. It's a sort of entailment. Or if you don't have children of the body, it's left as a debt to your common humanity. Or to your God, if you possess or are possessed by one." "I'm not sure that seems fair." "The family economy evades calculation in the gross planetary product. It's the only deal I know where, when you give more than you get, you aren't bankrupted — but rather, vastly enriched."

I was the first comic in world history, so they told me, to pick fights with children.

Toddlers can make you feel as if you have violated some archaic law in their personal Koran and you should die, infidel.

Children get food shelter pocket money longholidays and love, all of it apparently free gratis, and most of the little fools think it's a sort of compensation for having been born. 'There are no strings on me!' They sang; but I, pinnoccio, saw the strings. Parents are impelled by the profit motive - nothing more, nothing less. For their attentions, they expected, from me, the immense dividend of greatness.

I said I had a three-year-old with broken fingers, and you said, ‘Maybe he owed somebody money.’” “Yes,

She had called in the debt that parents owe a child for bringing her, unasked, into a strange world.

The message they give to their children is: “If you don’t do exactly what I want you to do I won’t love you any more, and you can figure out for yourself what that might mean.” It means, of course, abandonment and death.

Messages are the death of an honest literary transaction with children

Sometimes, kids want you to hurt the way they hurt.