I hated Chris, my brother. I would pull his hair and kick him, until one day my father gave him permission to fight back. I'll be apologizing to him for the rest of my life.
Everyone has highs and lows that they have to learn from, but every morning I start off with a good head on my shoulders, saying to myself, 'It's going to be a good day!'.
Fathers should be neither seen nor heard. That is the only proper basis for family life.
Hating the Yankees is as American as pizza pie, unwed mothers, and cheating on your income tax.