I remember my mother finding mud somehow and putting it on the sting. — John C. Hawkes

I remember my mother finding mud somehow and putting it on the sting.

John C. HawkesNovelist · American · 1925 – 1998

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Love matches, so called, have illusion for their father and need for their mother. — Friedrich Nietzsche
An author who speaks about their own books is almost as bad as a mother who speaks about her own children. — Benjamin Disraeli
The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness. — Honore de Balzac
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