Bill Cosby Quotes

Human beings are the only creatures on earth that allow their children to come back home.

I grew up in a single-wide, three-bedroom mobile home with my family. And now I see them, like, half a dozen times a year. Figuring out how to come home and talk to them again and feel like myself has probably been the greatest challenge.

I've always been interested in animal behavior, and I keep reading about it because it's so surprising all the time - so many things are happening around us that we neglect to look at. Part of the passion I have for biology is based on this wonderment.

You see much more of your children once they leave home.

I decided to move out of the apartment I was sharing with my best friend before graduation and move back home. My parents had recently separated, and I wanted to move back home with my mom and my siblings.

However painful the process of leaving home, for parents and for children, the really frightening thing for both would be the prospect of the child never leaving home.

All our children are grown up and have their own lives.

It's one thing to get a letter from your kid at camp telling you he wants to come home. It's another to get a letter from a grown child saying they're coming back to live with you!

The better you are as a parent, the richer the nest you've built, the more difficult it is for your kids to leave. So they have to invent things to dislike about you. And they're brilliant at it.

Q: If you could be an animal, what kind of animal would you be? A: You already are an animal.

I love my mother-in-law and I think I'm a really good one, too.

You know how cats do. They hide to die. Dogs come home.

No matter how many communes anybody invents, the family always creeps back.

I had not spent a ton of time around animals as a kid.

You know what's cool? My kids think I'm ordinary.

But it all zipped by. One minute Marlena and I were up to our eyeballs, and the next thing we knew the kids were borrowing the car and fleeing the coop for college. And now, here I am. In my nineties and alone.

... there had been the two little boys. Now they were gone, too. They loved her and called her and sent her e-mails and would still snuggle up to her to be petted when they were in the mood, but they were men, and though they would always be at the center of her life, she was no longer at the center of theirs.

I just went home to Illinois, and I asked my family, 'Are you guys planning on talking in those accents the whole time I'm home?' And my mother said, 'You used to talk like that, too, Tasha.' And I said, 'Yes, but you see, I've reinvented myself. Do you have any idea who I think I am?'

My boy is a mean kid. I came home the other day and saw him taping worms to the sidewalk, he sits there and watches the birds get hernias. Well, only last Christmas I gave him a B-B gun and he gave me a sweatshirt with a bulls-eye on the back. I told my kids, "Someday, you'll have kids of your own." One of them said, "So will you."

You bring up your children to be self-reliant and independent and they double-cross you and become self-reliant and independent.

If you cage a wild thing, you can be sure it will die, but if you let it run free, nine times out of ten it will run back home.

I had a very close family and I couldn't get away with anything.

I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain'd, I stand and look at them long and long.

A grown child is a dangerous thing.

... I suppose that it is not so easy to go home and it takes a bit of time to make a son out of a stranger.