Everyone wants to procreate, have a miniature version of themselves running around, to carry on the family line.

Thank God for books, for validating your feelings, and letting you know you’re not alone.

I'm well aware that there is no job more important than that of raising a child, but the problem is that it isn't valued.

I could be content that we might procreate like trees, without conjunction, or that there were any way to perpetuate the World without this trivial and vulgar way of union: it is the foolishest act a wise man commits in all his life; nor is there any

It takes a special kind of family to bathe together in their 40s.

Harry... take my body back, will you? Take my body back to my parents...