“I want to live a good life and pay my taxes. 'The Killing' was a blessing. It was two wonderful years. But I had reached a point in my life, especially with a young son, that I was no longer willing to compromise my life for the sake of a paycheque. I was no longer willing to move where the tax credits are strong.” WantYearsTwoMovingYoungStrongPayWonderfulWillingSonBlessingTaxesKillingSakeCreditCompromiseGood LifeYoung Sons Author:Kristin Lehman
“I think about a storm rolling in with black clouds and I visualize the lightning and try to draw energy from that, and I think: all I have to do is beat this man until he stops moving, then I can go home to my son.” ThinkingMenTryingI CanHomeMovingEnergyBlackSonBeatsDrawsCloudsStormMy SonLightningRollingBlack Clouds Author:Carlos Condit
“It's like losing a son because I loved Michael and Michael loved me. But you know, as when people grow up and they make their own decisions and they move forward, there's a distance, and I think that Michael in some cases might have gone too far with some of the things he was doing.” PeopleThinkingKnowsMightMovingGrowsDecisionCasesGoneGrowing UpSonLosingDistanceMoving Forward Author:Berry Gordy
“Take this at least, this last advice, my son: Keep a stiff rein, and move but gently on: The coursers of themselves will run too fast, Your art must be to moderate their haste.” ArtRunningLastsMovingAdviceSonMy SonModerationModeratesHasteReins Book:Metamorphoses Source: Metamorphoses
“My son called to me that God was inside his red fire engine. He wanted to show me. I did move as fast as I could, spilling like water through the kitchen door into a summer day, but God had left by the time I got there. My son smiled, told me I'd missed him by seconds.” ShowsWantedMovingLeftWaterFireDoorsSonSummerRedKitchenMy SonSecondsEnginesShow MeSummer DaysSpilling Book:Willow Room, Green Door: New and Selected Poems Source: Willow Room, Green Door: New and Selected Poems
“When the father dies, he writes, the son becomes his own father and his own son. He looks at is son and sees himself in the face of the boy. He imagines what the boy sees when he looks at him and finds himself becoming his own father. Inexplicably, he is moved by this. It is not just the sight of the boy that moves him, not even the thought of standing inside his father, but what he sees in the boy of his own vanished past. It is a nostalgia for his own life that he feels, perhaps, a memory of his own boyhood as a son to his father.” FeelsWritingLooksPastFacesMovingDiesFatherMemoriesBoysImagineSonBecomingStandingSightMovedNostalgiaBoyhood Book:The Invention of Solitude Source: The Invention of Solitude
“My family has had to move and change their name and have been subject to threats from right wing blogs calling for my son, for example, to be killed to get at me.” Has BeensMovingNamesSubjectsExampleSonCallingMy FamilyWingsThreatMy SonBlogsRight Wing Author:Julian Assange