We first become salesmen as children in the confession booths of our parents.
No matter what parents do, kids retain their uniqueness.
The outcome of insane parents is either a murderer or an intellectual.
Oh, what a tangled web do parents weave when they think that their children are naive.
If you were my child, I would staple you to your bedroom wall.
Ring up your parents and ring up your kids and tell them that you love them.
The only job a parent has is work themselves out of a job.
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