It is not until you become a mother that your judgment slowly turns to compassion and understanding.
Who in their infinite wisdom decreed that Little League uniforms be white? Certainly not a mother.
When your mother asks, "Do you want a piece of advice?" it is a mere formality. It doesn't matter if you answer yes or no. You're going to get it anyway.
My mother was really into big band. It was played in the house all the time.
My mother enjoyed old age, and because of her I've begun to enjoy parts of it too. So far I've had it good and am crumbling nicely.
My mother was a modern woman with a limited interest in religion. When the sun set and the fast of the Day of Atonement ended, she shot from the synagogue like a rocket to dance the Charleston.
Winston Churchill was not entirely British. His mother was American, making Sir Winston part Iroquois Indian.
I was so sad from losing two of my dogs and my mother. I had this vision of all these animals sitting behind bars. They had no control and were scared. That's why I got into fostering and adopting animals out.
When I was 13 I asked my mother if it was possible for this to end - I'd had enough of it. And that was right about the time that we got a call for "The Exorcist" interview.
I was a kid, and I remember my mother singing. She was also a radio soap opera actress, but my mother sang.
The grandmother, the mother, the worker, the student, the intellectual, the professional, the unemployed, everybody identified with the songs because they were descriptions of life in the city.
I've been writing Indian music for a while. Indian music is about Mother Earth, and mine is no exception.
I'm doing it with a rock format and the words are about people living in harmony with Mother Earth. It's very important to me - and I feel it should be for every living human on this planet.
It is impossible to read for pleasure from something to which you are both father and mother, born in such travail that the writer despises the thing that enslaved him.
My mother was right: When you've got nothing left, all you can do is get into silk underwear and start reading Proust.