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.

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

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

For me, nothing has ever taken precedence over being a mother and having a family and a home.

It's all about quality of life and finding a happy balance between work and friends and family.

My family was my guide to my reality.

The family is the test of freedom because the family is the only thing that the free man makes for himself and by himself.

It's not that our family has no taste, it's just that our family's taste is inconsistent.

All happy families resemble one another, each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

One of the things that binds us as a family is a shared sense of humor.