I've given it my all. I've done my best. Now, I'm ready with my family to begin the next phase of our lives.

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

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.

Family life itself, that safest, most traditional, most approved of female choices, is not a sanctuary: It is, perpetually, a dangerous place.

I realized my family was funny, because nobody ever wanted to leave our house.

The most difficult is the first family, to bring someone out of the world.

The left dismisses talk about the collapse of family life and talks instead about the emergence of the growing new diversity of family types.

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

I really appreciate family. I really can't imagine life without them!