The father figure is something I love but also suffocate from and want to work against.

My grandfather once told me that there were two kinds of people: those who do the work and those who take the credit. He told me to try to be in the first group there was much less competition.

I believe every child has the right to a mother and a father. Men and women are not the same. That's not to say they're not entitled to equal rights but they are not the same.

All women who kill or have sexual obsessions or who are prostitutes have trouble with their fathers.

Working moms commonly testify that they feel guilty when they are away from their children and guilty when they are not at their jobs. Devoted fathers certainly miss their children deeply but it does not seem to be with the same gnawing primal anxiety that often afflicts women.

My father has a pragmatic mind. He marched with Dr. King in the '60s and he's very much for women's rights.

Make women rational creatures and free citizens and they will quickly become good wives - that is if men do not neglect the duties of husbands and fathers.

My mother was very strong. Once she picked up a coconut and smashed it against my father's head. It taught me about women defending themselves and not collapsing in a heap.

But in its final creation it was not the part of the Father's power to fail as though exhausted. It was not the part of His wisdom to waver in a needful matter through poverty of counsel.

The Relation we bear to the Wisdom of the Father the Son of His Love gives us indeed a dignity which otherwise we have no pretence to. It makes us something something considerable even in God's Eyes.

Now our founding fathers had the wisdom to know that social acceptance and popularity were fleeing and that this country's principles needed to be rooted in strengths greater than the passions and the emotions of the times.

I believe we have become paralyzed paralyzed by our desire to be loved. Now our founding fathers had the wisdom to know that social acceptance and popularity were fleeing and that this country's principles needed to be rooted in strengths greater than the passions and the emotions of the times.

He who is taught to live upon little owes more to his father's wisdom than he who has a great deal left him does to his father's care.

My grandfather Frank Lloyd Wright wore a red sash on his wedding night. That is glamour!

We are all so close. We are godfather to each others' kids. I was the best man at Jesus' wedding.

I had a 2-week courtship with a fellow student in the fiction workshop in Iowa and a 5-minute wedding in a lawyer's office above the coffee shop where we'd been having lunch that day. And so I sent a cable to my father saying 'By the time you get this Daddy I'll already be Mrs. Blaise!'

The wedding ring on my left hand was bought by my grandfather Samuel Miliband in Brussels in 1920. I never knew him as he died when I was one. But his ring was kept by my aunt until it was placed on my finger by my wife Louise 32 years later.

My father always wanted to be the corpse at every funeral the bride at every wedding and the baby at every christening.

My grandfather was a general in the Nationalist Chinese Air Force during World War II and I grew up hearing the pilot stories and seeing pictures of him in uniform.

When my grandfather died I started adopting some of his accents to sort of remind myself of him. A homage. He was a war hero and he was really great with his hands.

My father belongs to the generation that fought the war in the 1940s. When I was a kid my father told me stories - not so many but it meant a lot to me. I wanted to know what happened then to my father's generation. It's a kind of inheritance the memory of it.

My father was in the First World War.

A professional soldier understands that war means killing people war means maiming people war means families left without fathers and mothers.

Even if I accepted that Jesus - like almost every other prophet on record - was born of a virgin I cannot think that this proves the divinity of his father or the truth of his teachings. The same would be true if I accepted that he had been resurrected.