I come from a family where gravy is considered a beverage.

My family comes first. Maybe that's what makes me different from other guys.

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

The most difficult is the first family, to bring someone out of the world.

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

My family was my guide to my reality.

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

When you start about family, about lineage and ancestry, you are talking about every person on earth.

Both within the family and without, our sisters hold up our mirrors: our images of who we are and of who we can dare to be.

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