Story is the mother of us all, for we become who we say we…

Story is the mother of us all. First we wrap our lives in language and then we act on who we say we are.…

— Christina Baldwin

Here's my story: My mother and I were at Cirque du Soleil, looking down on Shiner doing his act. She was always tolerant of…

— Bill Irwin

“In the modern Oedipal story, it's the mother who kills the father and then takes the son.”

— Chuck Palahniuk

I came across an old story of mine that I'd written a decade ago. The main joke of the story is that a mother…

— Alexander Weinstein

“I want to tell you a story about my mother, although of course it is also mine - inherited, along with dangly earlobes and…

— Tanya Moir

“I see you are reading a sad story," Mother said sympathetically to the now less-than-august lady, though privately she wondered how you could sleep…

— Charles Newman

Nicole will come up in conversations where it's in a part of the conversation. Or we may be somewhere and I would tell some…

— O. J. Simpson

The story of a mother's life: Trapped between a scream and a hug.

— Cathy Guisewite

“Once again she was struck by a sense of profound familiarity. She knew this place. In the story that her mother used to tell,…

— Kate Morton

“between the disfigurement and the muzzle, it's nearly impossible to catch what she's saying. Always, though, while tripping and stumbling to the music, she…

— David Sedaris

'Mom' is an emotional family drama that's also thrilling. It's the story about a mother and a daughter, their emotions, and how their lives…

— Sridevi

I hate it when people tell me the end of the story because my mother always read the last page of a novel first…

— Alice Hoffman

“I wondered what my mother would say. She would be happy that I found a guy like Caleb, but she would still be wary…

— Tarryn Fisher

“Every day there’s something which makes me think ‘I’d better ask Dad about that, I wonder what Mother would say…’ and then I remember,…

— Simon R. Green

“She is still a bundle of engaging possibilities rather than a finished picture. Of the mother there is nothing to say, for that excellent…

— Edith Wharton