You have your mother’s common sense but your father’s devilment. I see them fighting. Let your mother win.
In the name of our dead father, in the name of Ragnar Lothbrok, the greatest hero of our country, and in the name of Odin, we declare war on the whole world.
A priest never grows up, because he can never become a father. He’ll always be a son. That is why we imposed a vow of celibacy on ourselves thirteen centuries ago, because we must always be the sons of God, never dare try to take His place.
I like to remember what my father taught me. That at one point or another, we were all new to this world.
Your father loves you very much and would do anything to save you. But I love you in a different way. I love you enough to kill you.
It takes a deep kind of despair for a son to kill his father. It’s a kind of rage that you can’t escape from.
I think it must be hardwired into us to reject our fathers. So we can grow and move on. Become something of our own.