It is extraordinary that when you are acquainted with a whole family you can forget about them.

My family was my guide to my reality.

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

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

I live quietly at home among my family and friends.

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

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

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

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

My family is my strength and my weakness.