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.
“Not since the Depression has the state been this dry, have our rivers been this low, our water table this low, and our reservoirs this low.”