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Fathers - the best words



 Don't bother.  It's all been said - and better than you could ever say it.   Below - some of our literary giants share insights to paternity - - and I share it with you - on this, our Father's Day, 2013.
For my father - who still haunts me.  Rest in peace, Hans.
  1. It was times like these when I thought my father, who hated guns and had never been to any wars, was the bravest man who ever lived.  ~Harper Lee
  2. All fathers are invisible in daytime; daytime is ruled by mothers and fathers come out at night. Darkness brings home fathers, with their real, unspeakable power.   ~Margaret Atwood
  3. When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years. ~Mark Twain
  4. Sometimes I think my papa is an accordion. When he looks at me and smiles and breathes, I hear the notes. ~Markus Zusak
  5. Few sons are like their fathers - many are worse, few better. ~Homer
  6. He breathed in [my mother’s] hair, the sweet-smelling thickness of it. My father usually agreed with her requests, because stamped in his two-footed stance and jaw was the word Provider, and he loved her the way a bird-watcher’s heart leaps when he hears the call of the roseate spoonbill, a fluffy pink wader, calling its lilting coo-coo from the mangroves. Check, says the bird-watcher. Sure, said my father, tapping a handful of mail against her back. ~Aimee Bender
  7. Perhaps that is what it means to be a father - to teach your child to live without you. ~Nicole Krauss
  8. Sherman made the terrible discovery that men make about their fathers sooner or later… that the man before him was not an aging father but a boy, a boy much like himself, a boy who grew up and had a child of his own and, as best he could, out of a sense of duty and, perhaps love, adopted a role called Being a Father so that his child would have something mythical and infinitely important: a Protector, who would keep a lid on all the chaotic and catastrophic possibilities of life.  ~Tom Wolfe
  9. Never having been in love, this is going to be a real trick. I think of my parents. The way my father never failed to bring her gifts from the woods. The way my mother’s face would light up at the sound of his boots at the door. The way she almost stopped living when he died. ~Suzanne Collins
  10. A man knows when he is growing old because he begins to look like his father. ~Gabriel Garcia Marquez
  11. The father is always a Republican toward his son, and his mother’s always a democrat. ~Robert Frost
  12. I killed the monsters. That’s what fathers do. ~Fiona Wallace

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