I think the ideal situation for a family is to be completely incestuous.
That's how it goes within a family. You think you know each other so well, and so you don't bother hardly getting to know each other at all.
I’d rather be at home making love to my wife while my children are asleep.
I once walked in on my grandparents making love...And that's why I don't eat raisins.
I am close - too close - with my family.
Sometimes at night, when I wake up real late, I can hear my dad talking to God. He whispers, but I still hear him. I even hear him crying sometimes, when God says something sad.
We allow ourselves to unclench when we're home with our families, which is one of the truly wonderful advantages of human intimacy.
I'm always crying. I get a lump in my throat when I see intimacy between parents and their children.
The summer after I got divorced, my children asked to sleep in my bed again. It would be the first time we'd shared a bed since they were infants.
In the sheltered simplicity of the first days after a baby is born, one sees again the magical closed circle, the miraculous sense of two people existing only for each other.
Quite a lot of people wanted me to write about my family, I suppose for fairly obvious reasons, and there was always something that would stop me, I thought they were asking me for the wrong motives.
People are less self-conscious in the intimacy of family life and during the anxiety of a great sorrow. The dazzling varnish of anextreme politeness is then less in evidence, and the true qualities of the heart regain their proper proportions.
