Susan Strasberg Quotes

My dad was a terrible father. Dreadful. But he had a very difficult childhood. He was fostered - he never knew who his father was. So he had a very different attitude to family and kids. I don't have any issues. I'm not suffering some secret angst.

I forgive my mom for being a psycho and my dad for being a loser.

I'm working on my relationship with my mother and father, but my upbringing has been very destructive.

I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern.

Writing about your family is the hardest thing, unless you had the perfect happy family life, which very few of us have had.

My father was a food lover and a deadbeat dad, and maybe a connection between good food and bad dads was forged early, in the deepest folds of my subconscious, where we make so many decisions about our parents.

There aren't a lot of ironclad rules of family life, but here's one: No matter how much your parents deny it - and here's betting they deny it a lot - they have a favorite child. And if you're a parent, so do you.

I've always been way closer to my mom. I'm close to my dad, but they're totally different kinds of relationships.

I always felt like there wasn't a blueprint for father-daughter relationships - for them or for us. Because what are they supposed to do with us, treat us like boys, or small women, or what? Father-daughter relationships are so unique from family to family, and I'd love to watch it explored more onstage.

I used to watch 'The Waltons' and sob because my family was nothing like that. We had a cruel sense of humor in my family.

I had a very hard father. I had two sisters. He was soft on them and hard on me.

I grew up in a house of no love or emotion - it kind of sticks with you.

I had never said, 'dad, I love you.'

My father never kissed me, hugged me or told me that he loved me. As my only living parent, he became the filter through which I saw myself, the possibilities for my life, the world and all men. He was a conflicted and dark filter.

I am an only child, and I guess was spoiled by my parents.

I remember when I was a little boy my father didn't love me; he couldn't. He loved my older brother but he couldn't love me somehow, at least not in a way I could understand it.

My mother was like a sister to me, only we didn't have sex quite so often.

I don't think my dad really knew what to do with me, as a daughter. He treated me like a boy; my brother and I were treated the same. He didn't do kid stuff. There were no kid's menus; you weren't allowed to order off the kid's menu at dinner - we had to try something from the adult menu.

When people grow up with a family characterized by chaos and uncertainty and fragility, you look for a substitution for that.

My dad didn't hug me every day and say he loved me and anything like that.

When a parent has two children, it is difficult to pick one favourite.

If you ask anyone who my mum's blue-eyed boy is, they will say it is me.

Because I was the youngest boy, I was always my mom's favorite - and my brothers were always tough on me.

I was my mother's favorite, but my - 'cause she worried about me the most.

I love my mum and dad, but they were shocking providers and carers.