When I moved out, my mom and dad came to help me get settled into my apartment – a place I ultimately got hooked up with in Coach Nelson’s building. We had to figure out how to get all my shoes over here. That was a little stressful.

One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one’s work is terribly important.

In this country, it doesn’t make any difference where you were born. It doesn’t make any difference who your parents were. It doesn’t make any difference if, like me, you couldn’t even speak English until you were in your twenties.

Worry – a God, invisible but omnipotent. It steals the bloom from the cheek and lightness from the pulse; it takes away the appetite, and turns the hair gray.

Poverty entails fear and stress and sometimes depression. It meets a thousand petty humiliations and hardships. Climbing out of poverty by your own efforts that is something on which to pride yourself but poverty itself is romanticized by fools.

Oh yes, I love to do shoes. I’m not a fetishist but I love to do shoes.

My parents taught me service – not by saying, but by doing. That was my culture, the culture of my family.

However my parents – both of whom came from impoverished backgrounds and neither of whom had been to college, took the view that my overactive imagination was an amusing quirk that would never pay a mortgage or secure a pension.

Parents and teachers, learn to listen, then listen to learn from children.

My parents were divorced by the time I was even conscious – like, I don’t remember them ever being together.

My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

My mami and papi love my music. They’re always listening to the radio waiting for one of my songs to come on. And when it does, they turn up the volume – and turn it back down when it’s over.

My roommate got a pet elephant. Then it got lost. It’s in the apartment somewhere.

I don’t like to feel like I’m in a club when I’m in my car and I turn on the radio. Anything that ceases to be a song and just sounds like house music kind of stresses me out.

My mother never cursed at home; my father never cursed at home. My father didn’t drink. Even though we were poor, we would say a blessing over the table. So that’s who I am.

The only thing I have to go by is what my mother and father told me, how I was brought up.

We believed in our idea – a family park where parents and children could have fun- together.

Call me Jonah. My parents did, or nearly did. They called me John.

I’ve always been surrounded by many great people and professors, but my family, especially my mom who was a teacher, was the person who encouraged me to study and pushed me to continue. When we’re young, we don’t understand why our parents bug us so much with school and doing homework, but it’s a blessing to have that support at home.

My parents didn’t want to move to Florida, but they turned sixty and that’s the law.

My parents met when they were graduate students at UC Berkeley in the 1960s. They were both active in the civil-rights movement.

Counsel with your parents is a privilege at any age.

When I first saw a picture of the crucifixion, I lost respect for my parents. I suddenly realised that this is what the adult world is like – full of cruelty and hypocrisy.

If I’d known how much packing I’d have to do, I’d have run again.

Because of my parents‘ love of democracy, we came to America after being driven twice from our home in Czechoslovakia – first by Hitler and then by Stalin.

I guess you could say I devoted myself so strongly to my music that for awhile I forgot about my family. But I only get one set of parents, and I think I forgot about that for a little while.

When my first semester grades came out, my mom and dad told me I wouldn’t be playing football.

I used to live with my grandmother. I used to wonder why the other kids in school went home with their mothers and fathers. I wanted to be the guy that got married. I wanted to be the guy with the children and the white picket fence. I never had that.

Sometimes a nickname is used instead of the real name. But a nickname may offend either the one named or the parents who gave the name.

My mom and my dad were both very sociable, meeting lots of interesting people.

The components of anxiety, stress, fear, and anger do not exist independently of you in the world. They simply do not exist in the physical world, even though we talk about them as if they do.

Surely wisdom will come as we listen to learn from children, parents, partners, neighbors, Church leaders, and the Lord.

If you spend your life competing with business men, what do you have? A bank account and ulcers!

My parents are my backbone. Still are. They’re the only group that will support you if you score zero or you score 40.

When I was kidnapped, my parents snapped into action. They rented out my room.

Whenever a youth is ascertained to possess talents meriting an education which his parents cannot afford, he should be carried forward at the public expense.

The only big things I’ve purchased are my dad’s heart valve and a Rolls-Royce for my parents, for their anniversary. And that was only because my dad had a Lady Gaga license plate on our old car and it was making me crazy because he was getting followed everywhere, so I bought him a new car.

My parents were of the generation who thought they were the children of a free Czechoslovakia, the only democracy in central Europe.

Children begin by loving their parents; after a time they judge them; rarely, if ever, do they forgive them.

I knew I was blessed with a gift of having both parents.

You don’t have to deserve your mother’s love. You have to deserve your father’s.

My mother was Catholic, my father was Protestant. There was always a debate going on at home – I think in those days we called them arguments – about who was right and who was wrong.

For what Harley Street specialist has time to understand the body, let alone the mind or both in combination, when he is a slave to thirteen thousand a year?

My parents were both born in Virginia, of undistinguished families – second families, perhaps I should say.

This is a moment that I deeply wish my parents could have lived to share. My father would have enjoyed what you have so generously said of me-and my mother would have believed it.

I was fortunate and I was lucky that I had a couple of people in my life who cared about me. I had good, loving parents.

Right after the draft, when I came out to Oakland, there was a press conference and a dinner with the owner, GM, and Coach Nelson. We did some sightseeing and some house searching the next day, but to be honest, I had no idea what I was doing. I tried to find a spot close to our gym, because I figured that’s where I’d spend most of my time.

A Sunday school is a prison in which children do penance for the evil conscience of their parents.

Preparation for a mission is important. A mission is a voluntary act of service to God and humankind. Missionaries support that privilege with their personal savings. Parents, families, friends, and donors to the General Missionary Fund may also assist.

I didn’t start sweating until I had children. That was one of the first things I realized when my daughter Violet was born – I started getting wicked BO. You know there’s a difference between basketball BO and stress BO? This was definitely stress BO. Like, new dad BO.

Before I was born, my father told my mother, ‚If it’s a boy, he’s going to be a scientist.‘

I grew up cursing a lot. It felt natural. My parents told me to stop.

I believe that my parents did wonderful things for us.

K to 12 is partly about babysitting the kids so the parents can do other things.

Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world.

My parents were both storytellers. They always spoke with metaphorical richness.

My connection with Brazil is so abstract. My blood and my way of thinking is Brazilian, but that’s it. I don’t tend to go back to the past, and although I have an apartment there, I rarely visit. When I move, I really move.

In a meat-eating world, wearing leather for shoes and clothes and even handbags, the discussion of fur is childish.

I was the punk outsider who nobody messed with. I was fearless. At 16, I graduated and moved out.

I’m tired. I’m tired of feeling rejected by the American people. I’m tired of waking up in the middle of the night worrying about the war.

When I was growing up, my parents were almost involved in various volunteer things. My dad was head of Planned Parenthood. And it was very controversial to be involved with that.