Rm Funny Quotes

RM: When I was growing up he continued to write but his life had become much less public much more private. I think he might have been sheltering himself with his family… He would confide in me, he would talk to me about his worries about being able to write. I don’t even know if I answered a lot of the time. I think it was if I was just part of him. But the father that I knew for the most part was a very funny, cuddly, jokey - we would laugh so much.

AM: You know [my mother] could read a novel in an afternoon. She was the fastest reader I’ve ever met in my life. Not only that she’d remember it for the rest of her life. JM: She was a very complicated woman. Very complex… AM: She had the energy of a dynamo. KM: she could sing, she could play the piano… JC: She could be quite flamboyant. AM: She used to dance on the table on New Year’s Eve. KM: … she could draw, she could… she was a helluva bridge player. JC: She was funny. JM: … very bitchy. KM: She had an attitude about most things. AM: Oh well, yeah [we kept kosher]… until she started making bacon. Loved bacon. JM: I think she tried to rule and divide the kids. JC: Yeah, you see I always consider myself the favourite. AM: Yeah, I think I was [the favourite]. … AM: See I would, for example if I didn’t want to go to school, I would start limping around. My mother immediately caught on and she said ‘You don’t want to have to go to school today, you’re limping.’ And we’d both go to some place and have oysters. RM: You said that she saw portents in a lot of things, she saw signs. AM: She saw… mysterious things in the air from time to time. She’d have feelings from people. She once sat up in bed in the middle of the night, she suddenly said ‘My mother died’. And indeed at that moment her mother had died. RM: How d’you think that translated into you though? AM: Well, I used to think that the way… that a play was not about what was spoken but what was between the spoken lines. That the world is essentially is not what we call real. And these arts are attempting to approach that world. And it all comes from my mother. Y’know, its always coming from somewhere. She was that way. She idiolised artists, pianists, writers and so on. My father had no knowledge of any of that.

RM: When I was growing up he continued to write but his life had become much less public much more private. I think he might have been sheltering himself with his family… He would confide in me, he would talk to me about his worries about being able to write. I don’t even know if I answered a lot of the time. I think it was as if I was just part of him. But the father that I knew for the most part was a very funny, cuddly, jokey - we would laugh so much.