My father? I never knew him. Never even seen a picture of him.

If every man loves his mother, he’s going to treat the ladies right, with love and respect.

I do not think that I am a natural born mother… If I ever wanted to mother anyone, it was my father.

I became the kind of parent my mother was to me.

When one has not had a good father, one must create one.

It may be possible to gild pure gold, but who can make his mother more beautiful?

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

Just talk to me as a father – not what the Constitution says. What do you feel?

I don’t even know how to speak up for myself, because I don’t really have a father who would give me the confidence or advice.

The baby boomers are getting older, and will stay older for longer. And they will run right into the dementia firing range. How will a society cope? Especially a society that can’t so readily rely on those stable family relationships that traditionally provided the backbone of care?

My father wasn’t around when I was a kid, and I used to always say, ‚Why me? Why don’t I have a father? Why isn’t he around? Why did he leave my mother?‘ But as I got older I looked deeper and thought, ‚I don’t know what my father was going through, but if he was around all the time, would I be who I am today?‘

The reason children accept discipline from their parents is because they know their parents love them.

Now that I understand that I’m an addict, I definitely have compassion for my mother. I get it.

I’ve always regretted that I never was able to talk openly with my parents, especially with my father. I’ve heard and read so many things about my family that I can no longer believe anything; every relative I question has a completely different story from the last.