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

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

Give a little love to a child, and you get a great deal back.

When I remember my family, I always remember their backs. They were always indignantly leaving places.

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

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

There's nothing I value more than the closeness of friends and family, a smile as I pass someone on the street.

The family you come from isn't as important as the family you're going to have.

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.

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