#am

What do your parents do? Do they travel a lot?" My brow wrinkled. "No, they don't." I was tired of the interrogation. "Do yours?" He blinked. "What?" "Do your parents travel a lot? Are they still married? How many in your family? How old are you? What classes do you have? Boxers or briefs? What's your GPA? Do you always go around knocking strange girls off their feet and then hammering them with a barrage of personal questions?" I finished with a cocky smile. Tristan hid a grin behind his fist. Mr. Exotic levelled me a steady stare, a sly smile gaining momentum. "Do you always end up straddling the guys that do?" Tristan choked. My smile froze. Crap. "And as for boxers or briefs." One hand went to his belt buckle. "I'd be happy to..." Double crap. I jabbed a thumb over my shoulder towards my house "I've gotta go. ↗

— A&E Kirk

#demons-at-deadnight #tristan #family

"At Christmas, tea is compulsory. Relatives are optional. ↗

— Robert Godden

#comfort #coziness #family #holidays #tea

It is important to speak your truth, not to convince anyone else of it. Everyone must make up their own minds. ↗

— Barbara Marciniak

#family

It's always thoughts of family that drive me crazy, and it's always my friends who bring me back. Agents of Light and Darkness p.218 ↗

— Simon R. Green

#friends #john-taylor #family

How different other families were, the shape of them, the things they presumed, the children that grew up in them. ↗

— Margo Lanagan

#differences #families #family

You can’t help who your parents are or aren’t. My parents aren’t—they don’t exist and have never existed. 
 ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#existence #family #parents #family

The contents of a house can trigger all sorts of revisions to family history. ↗

— Louise Erdrich

#history #family

I miss you when you’re not there. When you’re happy, it makes me happy. But I could say the same thing about Charlie, Jacob. You’re family. I love you, but I’m not in love with you. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#family

You know, I really think that when God puts together families, he sticks his finger into the white pages and selects a group of people at random and then says to them all, 'Hey! You're going to spend the next seventy years together, even though you have nothing in common and don't even like each other. And, should you not feel yourself caring about any of this group of strangers, even for a second, you will just feel dreadful ↗

— Douglas Coupland

#family

He had a charm about him sometimes, a warmth that was irresistible, like sunshine. He planted Saffy triumphantly on the pavement, opened the taxi door, slung in his bag, gave a huge film-star wave, called, "All right, Peter? Good weekend?" to the taxi driver, who knew him well and considered him a lovely man, and was free. "Back to the hard life," he said to Peter, and stretched out his legs. Back to the real life, he meant. The real world where there were no children lurking under tables, no wives wiping their noses on the ironing, no guinea pigs on the lawn, nor hamsters in the bedrooms, and no paper bags full of leaking tomato sandwiches. ↗

— Hilary McKay

#leaving #taxi #work #family