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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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