The first meal was an object lesson of much variety. My father produced several kinds of food, ready to eat, without any cooking, from little tin cans that had printing all over them.

Everyone has the right to make his own decisions, but none has the right to force his decision on others.

I don’t trust people to accept who I am in process. I’m the kind of person who wants to present my most honest, authentic self to the world—so I hide backstage and rehearse honest and authentic lines until the curtain opens.

Ooh, aren’t we getting solemn, and where did I leave my soapbox? Look

Written By Frank McCourt

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