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

My family was my guide to my reality.

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

I am tortured when I am away from my family, from my children. I am horribly guilt-ridden.

Also, my mom and family are very important to me and I know that this is not expected.

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

Fathers should be neither seen nor heard. That is the only proper basis for family life.

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

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

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