In the water I saw my father’s face, and that face saw the face of its father, and so on, and so on, reflecting backward to the beginning of time, to the face of God, in whose image we were created.

Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated

I finally made friends with my father when I entered my twenties. We had so little in common when I was a boy, and I am certain I had been a disappointment to him. He did not ask for a child with a book, off in its own world. He wanted a son who did what he had done; swam and boxed and played rugby, and drove cars at speed with abandon and joy, but that was not what he wound up with.

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

The problem, of course, was that Baba saw the world in black and white. And he got to decide what was black and what was white. You can’t love a person who lives that way without fearing him too. Maybe even hating him a little.

Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner

In Kabul, hot running water had been like fathers, a rare commodity.

Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner

You know, my father always used to say that there are four rules for getting married: you need a woman who loves you unconditionally, a woman who will always challenge you, a woman who you always want to make love to and, most important of all, you have to make sure that none of those women ever meet.

Eli Loker, Lie To Me

My dad was in the army. World War II. He got his college education from the army. After World War II he became an insurance salesman. Really, I didn`t know my dad very well.

Al Pacino

My father recently took a little trip down memory lane, and for no reason has become wildly obsessed with my childhood. He also likes to check and make sure that I’m still breathing when I’m asleep, which is a little creepy.

Peter Bishop, Fringe

On behalf of every misunderstood dad who on occasion must throw his sole-kidneyed son out of a window for his own good, Happy Father’s Day!

Damon Lindelof

I write because I can’t help but make things up. I write because I love to tell stories. I write because my imagination compels me to do so. I write because if I didn’t, I’d be branded a pathological liar. Oh, and also because I’m still trying to make my dead father proud of me. But that’s none of your goddamn business.

Damon Lindelof

Finding out that my father is giving drugs to bugs, somehow just became a typical moment in my life!

Peter Bishop, Fringe

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