
“My mother never breast fed me, she told me she only liked me as a friend.”
Source: It's Not Easy Bein' Me: A Lifetime of No Respect But Plenty of Sex and Drugs (2004), p. 19
“My mother never breast fed me, she told me she only liked me as a friend.”
"Conception" (1974) st. 1–2; Collected Poems, University of Illinois Press, 1983
and she makes me see and feel things again. Nobody, not my father, not anybody, has done that for me, except movies.
As quoted in Denise Worrell (1989), Icons: Intimate Portraits.
And it was an icicle just jammed into my chest. That my own mother—and with cause! It was not as if I was the greatest kid in the world. I was a troublemaker! I was a brat! I was a big-mouth pain in the ass! But that my own mother would not understand—at that moment I had what, now at age seventy-two I understand, was an enormous epiphany, which is: I really cannot support it, I cannot bear it, when people laugh at me.
Source: Dreams with Sharp Teeth (2008) https://www.imdb.com/title/tt1018887/ (documentary), at about 28:10.
Context: About being beaten up by bullies as a child.
“Who was she? Who was my mother? Tell me where she is. Take me to her.”
Karna looking up to Kunti asked her, in: p. 232.
The God of Small Things