Daren Kagasoff Quotes

If your mom was here, she would flip her top over your grades." "Flip her lid," I muttered.

When my first semester grades came out, my mom and dad told me I wouldn't be playing football.

Dad made it to Gold Shield Detective, so he always busted Robin, my oldest brother, and me. Always got caught, whatever we were doing.

Scrawling 'I'm gay' in lipstick on your parents' bedroom mirror may demonstrate a personal signature of the highest style, but is not particularly sensitive to their feelings. Upon hearing me utter those words almost twenty years ago, my own mother did what and self-respecting middle-class mom would do: went directly into a seizure.

A father's disappointment can be a very powerful tool.

In my family, if I talk back to my dad, I get in trouble.

The only other time I can recall my dad getting upset at me was when I missed a hockey practice. My parents were away, so my buddy and I decided to skip it. I never told my dad about it, but he found out from the coach.

My worst nightmare when I was in school was that I would get into trouble. I never got in trouble. I was a good student.

I needed to temper (my dad's) enthusiasm a bit (about attending Princeton), and so I announced that I would be majoring in patricide...My mom was actually jealous.

Mom and Dad say I should make my life an example of the principles I believe in... But every time I do, they tell me to stop it.

Dad didn't wear the guns unless a report card came in that he didn't particularly dig.

I think I said something mean when I was little, and my mother snapped on me. I was just like, 'I'm sorry!' I could relate. If I had cursed out my dad, I probably would be just waking up.

My mother was a powerful influence. She made me toe the line. If I didn't have a perfect report card, she showed her disappointment.

When I was 16, my mother moved me out of Brooklyn and sent me to Florida to stay with my family for a little bit because I was being bad, not going to school and stuff.

The report I remember most vividly from school is the one I destroyed before I got home, telling my parents I'd lost it. Three words stood out, and still do: 'Must try harder'.

We had an argument, and he told me to be home at midnight, and I said no. And so when I did come home, the door was locked. And I had gotten a set of luggage for graduation that day, and it was on the front porch, packed. He thought that he was going to prove a point and I was going to say, 'Oh, I'm sorry, Daddy, I'm sorry'.

My dad was fine, but I have to say my mum was upset when I said I was leaving home.

My dad always believed in me. He was always kind of, 'All right, buddy, if that's what you want to do...' My mom was always more of a realist.

My relationship with my dad was a little rocky, sure. The time that I spent with him was basically two hours of Little League practice, six or seven days a week, from the age of five until whenever. If we lost, there was no talking the whole way home. But that seemed normal to me.

My parents told me if I wanted to fight, they wouldn't support me.

People forget how the same children brought up with affection, effort, and love are the ones who later kick their parents.

I was giving everything I had to classes, and I was getting a 2.6. I knew that wasn't going to get me into med school.

I think how strict my mother's home could be with my mom and my stepfather, there was a fluidity and freedom in my dad's existence that I enjoyed when I was around him, though the responsibility was just different. He expected me to carry myself a certain way without all the rules and confines.

My mom is one of those really angry moms who gets mad at absolutely everything. Once when I was a little kid, I accidentally knocked a Flintstones glass off the kitchen table. She said, 'Well, dammit, we can't have nice things.'

The first time my mom found condoms in my room, she literally started crying hysterically.