Santa Barbara is my hood. I mean, it is not much of a hood, but it is definitely like my hood. I claim Santa Barbara like I claim my family. I am going to be married and buried there.

The family only represents one aspect, however important an aspect, of a human being's functions and activities. A life is beautiful and ideal or the reverse, only when we have taken into our consideration the social as well as the family relationship.

I come from a great family. I have seen family life and I know how wonderful, how nurturing, and how wonderful it can be.

We will invest in our people, quality education, job opportunity, family, neighborhood, and yes, a thing we call America.

Too often, older women are seen as victims, but I know lots of formidable women who have marvellous jobs as well as a full erotic life, and children and friends and family.

I love where I am from. I do not live there because of the circumstances, but all my family is there. It is what's inside, it is not what's outside that determines the culture and the feeling.

Our notion of the perfect society embraces the family as its center and ornament, and this paradise is not secure until children appear to animate and complete the picture.

I play with my grandchildren. I tend to my garden, which I love. Of course, I love to read, and family is really what it is all about.

I draw from my family and my friends and I feel like that small-town person. The achievements, the materialistic possessions have really become to mean less. They mean nothing.

I am hoping that in this year of the family we will go into our families and reconcile differences.

I did come from a pretty independent-minded family.

I think my father would have liked to have been an artist, actually. But I think he did not quite have perhaps the drive or, I do not know, I mean he had a family to bring up I suppose.

I hate the way they portray us in the media. If you see a black family it says they are looting, if you see a white family it says they are looking for food.

There are just so many stories that are buried on family trees.

I do not see my family life in any way, shape, or form as an opportunity for a photo.

My mother, at least twice, cancelled our family's subscription to the newspaper I was working on, because she was so mad about its treatment of my father.

As they say in Italy, Italians were eating with a knife and fork when the French were still eating each other. The Medici family had to bring their Tuscan cooks up there so they could make something edible.

Having family responsibilities and concerns just has to make you a more understanding person.

A retired teacher paid $62,000 towards her pension and nothing, yes nothing, for full family medical, dental and vision coverage over her entire career. What will we pay her? $1.4 million in pension benefits and another $215,000 in health care benefit premiums over her lifetime.

For the first time ever I was taking the family on the road. We stayed with my in-laws, which on life's list of experiences ranks right below sitting in a tub full of scissors.