Mother, you had me, but I never had you.

The newspapers said, 'Say, what you're doing in bed?' I said 'We're only trying to get us some peace.'

They hate you if you're clever, and they despise a fool.

Christ, you know it ain't easy You know how hard it can be. The way things are going, they're going to crucify me.

My mother didn't breast-feed me. She said she liked me as a friend.

She remembered home as a place where there were always too many children, a cross man and work piling up around a sick woman.

My mother treated us all equally ... with contempt.