The other night I ate at a real nice family restaurant. Every table had an argument going.

I realized my family was funny, because nobody ever wanted to leave our house.

I would love a family. I'm at the age where the wish for a child gets stronger. But who knows.

My father never talked about the sacrifices that the family made for me.

For all of those willing to help me start a family, I am flattered. I will let you know when I need your help.

We believed in our idea - a family park where parents and children could have fun- together.

My family was my guide to my reality.

I believe the world is one big family, and we need to help each other.

In every conceivable manner, the family is link to our past, bridge to our future.

The only rock I know that stays steady, the only institution I know that works, is the family.