Dave Attell Quotes

My father's violence is the central fact of my art and my life.

My father rebelled ferociously against his conservative upbringing where his father physically abused him.

My father used to beat me with his belt...while it was still on him.

My first memory in the world is my gym teacher ripping my mother's necklace off her neck and throwing it out the window and her running downstairs to go after it. I have no memory before that. I was 4. My father had a lot of girlfriends and my mother had a lot of boyfriends.

My parents had this relationship that was really terrifying. I mean, the level of hatred that they had, and the level of physical abuse - my mother would beat up my father, basically - and I think I was drawn to images on television that were bright and reflective.

My father taught me how to fight when I was 5.

I once had a lot of hatred, mainly toward my father, an alcoholic.

My grandparents live in Cley, and my dad now has the windmill which is a guest house. So I've spent much time up there, but a lot of it was at school as well, and my dad was sent abroad so often as well with the army.

Sometimes, I feel like directors look at me and say, 'I want to put that boy in the jungle. I want to hurt him.'

I saw a young boy eating an ice cream cone, ... I smashed it in his face. You know that kid is going to remember me when he's 50.

When Amos Moses was a boy his daddy would use him for alligator bait, tie a rope around his neck and throw him in the swamp.

My mom beat me up," I informed my reflection. It looked back sympathetically.

Mama stroked his dinger, Daddy got stinky finger.

I grew up with a glue gun pointed at my head.

My mother used to rock me - and she used big rocks.

Click bang, what a hang, your daddy just shot poor me.

My oldest brother was stabbed thirty to forty times and strangled to death with his own belt when I was eight years old. Much of my life has been pockmarked with violence. So I had a natural interest in the topic, along with a strong home-field advantage.

My mother tried to kill me when I was a baby. She denied it. She said she thought the plastic bag would keep me fresh.

In the short term, corporal punishment may produce obedience. But it is a fact documented by research that in the long term the results are inability to learn, violence and rage, bullying, cruelty, inability to feel another's pain, especially that of one's own children, even drug addiction and suicide, unless there are enlightened or at least helping witnesses on hand to prevent that development.

Hate builds up from the childhood when your world was a slum, but you haven't got the right to blow it to kingdom come.

I met my father for the first time when I was 28 years old. I made up my mind that when I had children, my children were going to know who their father was.

My cousin is gay, in school while other kids were dissecting frog, he was opening flies.

Many years later, in front of the firing squad, colonel Aureliano Buendía would remember that distant afternoon his father took him to see ice.

My Papa's Waltz: The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was not easy. We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother's countenance Could not unfrown itself. The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle; At every step you missed My right ear scraped a buckle. You beat time on my head With a palm caked hard by dirt, Then waltzed me off to bed Still clinging to your shirt.