Pfft, I hate Christmas Day. It’s for children and families. Not for people like me.

God looks after children, animals and idiots.

The most interesting information comes from children, for they tell all they know and then stop.

I can’t stress to you enough how much I can relate to teens being cyberbullied. Something that helps me is looking at old videos of me and my friends from middle school, or videos of my family. I love watching funny videos of my favorite people – it really cheers me up.

In our home there was always prayer – aloud, proud and unapologetic.

There was never a child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him to sleep.

Every man is a quotation from all his ancestors.

I would as soon leave my son a curse as the almighty dollar.

My dad had a church of 90 people when I was born. It was just, over the years it continued to grow.

I like being with my family. That’s my party.

Adults are obsolete children.

A mother defends herself with a heart filled with love before doing so with words. I wonder whether there is any love for the church in the hearts of those who pay so much attention to the scandals.

They are resilient children, but they are children, and as much as they need help to understand the hard truths in life, they also need what we all need – protection and love.

For unflagging interest and enjoyment, a household of children, if things go reasonably well, certainly all other forms of success and achievement lose their importance by comparison.

My mother fought cancer for almost a decade and died at 56. She held out long enough to meet the first of her grandchildren and to hold them in her arms. But my other children will never have the chance to know her and experience how loving and gracious she was.

Every man needs slaves like he needs clean air. To rule is to breathe, is it not? And even the most disenfranchised get to breathe. The lowest on the social scale have their spouses or their children.

He was an embittered atheist, the sort of atheist who does not so much disbelieve in God as personally dislike Him.

I take my kids to school. And if I go to work, I go to work, and they visit me on set. I come home. I have dinner with my family. I have breakfast with my family. I have a very solid, very warm home.

For me, the opposite of scarcity is not abundance. It’s enough. I’m enough. My kids are enough.

I’ve lost both parents in the last two years, so you pick up on that stuff. That’s the most terrible thing about being an author – standing there at your mother’s funeral, but you don’t switch the author off. So your own innermost thoughts are grist for the mill.

I made a decision when my father passed away that I was going to be who God made me to be and not try to preach like my father.

Children are a wonderful gift. They have an extraordinary capacity to see into the heart of things and to expose sham and humbug for what they are.

My father moved to Hawaii from Brooklyn and my mother came there as a child from the Philippines. They met at a show where my dad was playing percussion. My mom was a hula dancer.

I don’t like drinking, basically.

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

Through the ages, many of His children have had access to the blessings of the gospel, but many more have not.

Youth is a wonderful thing. What a crime to waste it on children.

Christmas is the perfect time to celebrate the love of God and family and to create memories that will last forever. Jesus is God’s perfect, indescribable gift. The amazing thing is that not only are we able to receive this gift, but we are able to share it with others on Christmas and every other day of the year.

I don’t like the name, U2, actually.

I am criticised for not celebrating my goals enough. I am very happy from within, very calm. I just don’t celebrate. I celebrate inside.

I just think that it’s strong and it’s important that we recognize what the Christmas season is about; it’s about the birth of our Savior, and there’s a lot of pressure today to be politically correct, but people are realizing, too, that you have to be open to express your faith what you want believe.

When I was a kid, I never thought much about football. I thought about following in my family’s footsteps and going into professional wrestling.

I did have two dads; one was a socialist, and one was a capitalist. I really decided I would rather be a capitalist.

Parentage is a very important profession, but no test of fitness for it is ever imposed in the interest of the children.

Country radio is much more like a family than any other group of people that I’ve met.

When I was young, my brother David and I were farmed off to foster homes, and I spent time in orphanages. My father abandoned us. Here’s the most important person in my life, and I never met him.

There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children. One of these is roots, the other, wings.

My real dream is to have a whole, like, buy a whole piece of land. Imagine, like, a long driveway. Like, a cul de sac-type street, with maybe, like, seven houses. Me be right here. Have my mom be able to be right here. My brother over here. My girl’s grandmother and family right here. Friends over there. That’s my real dream.

It is amazing how a new child can refocus one’s direction seconds after its birth.

My mom was a terrible parent of young children. And thank God – I thank God every time I think of it – I was sent to my paternal grandmother. Ah, but my mother was a great parent of a young adult.

I was born in a very poor family. I used to sell tea in a railway coach as a child. My mother used to wash utensils and do lowly household work in the houses of others to earn a livelihood. I have seen poverty very closely. I have lived in poverty. As a child, my entire childhood was steeped in poverty.

My mother is a singer, my sisters all sing, my uncles are incredible singers and guitar players, so it’s just kind of been like my habitat.

I am proud to have been born in Iowa. Through the eyes of a ten-year-old boy, it was a place of adventure and daily discoveries – the wonder of the growing crops, the excitements of the harvest, the journeys to the woods for nuts and hunting, the joys of snowy winters, the comfort of the family fireside, of good food and tender care.

Children say that people are hung sometimes for speaking the truth.

Americans want students to get the best education possible. We want schools to prepare children to become good citizens and members of a prosperous American economy.

I imagine I will spend my days traveling from country to country to visit our children, who I expect will live around the world.

Age merely shows what children we remain.

And when I was young, my family was perfectly nice. I write a lot about it, as you noticed. But it was rather limited. I think, I don’t think anyone in my family would really feel I’d done them an injustice by saying that. We didn’t see many people. There were many books. It was as if I wanted to get away from home.

There are children playing in the streets who could solve some of my top problems in physics, because they have modes of sensory perception that I lost long ago.

My father opened a restaurant. It’s so amazing… it’s so freaking delicious, but I’m telling you I gain five pounds every time I go in there.

The greatest service that can be offered to children who show personality traits or inclinations that might not be understood by the adults around them is to allow them to express their own unique humanity.

I was a smart kid, but I hated school.

With every word we utter, with every action we take, we know our kids are watching us. We as parents are their most important role models.

For too long in this society, we have celebrated unrestrained individualism over common community.

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

I love being a dad. I just love it.

Thank God, I never was cheerful. I come from the happy stock of the Mathers, who, as you remember, passed sweet mornings reflecting on the goodness of God and the damnation of infants.

I’m just glad I was able to return to some of that innocence and beauty I had as a child when I started my own family, and my children brought me back some of that spirit.

When I was growing up, there was nobody in my family – not even my mother – who I could look to and be like, ‚I know you’ve never said anything homophobic.‘ So, you know, you worry about people in the business who you’ve heard talk that way. Some of my heroes coming up talk recklessly like that.

Tell the children the truth.

Recommend virtue to your children; it alone, not money, can make them happy. I speak from experience.