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

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

Some of the most important conversations I've ever had occurred at my family's dinner table.

I need my family to remind me in a loving and nice way to lighten up.

God did not intend the human family to be wafted to heaven on flowery beds of ease.

When trouble comes, it's your family that supports you.

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

A family is a place where principles are hammered and honed on the anvil of everyday living.

My family really does come first. It always did and always will.

I was born into the most remarkable and eccentric family I could possibly have hoped for.