All the men in my family were bearded, and most of the women.

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

I have these visions of myself being thirty, thirty-five, forty having a family.

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

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 have a family to support. And I'm not always going to be doing exactly what I want to do.

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

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

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

You don't choose your family. They are God's gift to you, as you are to them.