My parents took an interest in nothing, at home no books, no records. My mother and my father are the emblem of indifference, dryness and bad taste. My father is also terribly stingy, in life as well as in feelings: I have never seen him filling up the bathtub.
When I was up there at the plate, my purpose was to get on base anyway I could, whether by hitting or by getting hit.
A boy carries out suggestions more wholeheartedly when he understands their aim.

