Mothers are all slightly insane.

One time, when he was a child, in a power-failure, his mother had found and lit a last candle and there had been a brief hour of rediscovery, of such illumination that space lost its vast dimensions and drew comfortably around them, and they, mother and son, alone, transformed, hoping that the power might not come on again too soon....

A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.

The truth is, every son raised by a single mom is pretty much born married.

Mothers are like cops. They always believe the worst.

This is even after the Easter Bunny turned out to be a lie. Even after Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy and Saint Christopher and Newtonian physics and the Niels Bohr model of the atom, this stupid, stupid kid still believed the Mommy.

How much the average home depends upon the mother was seen when it was feared the end was near.

Fathers. Mothers. With all their caring and attention. They will fuck you up, every time.