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.

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.

It seems like we wake up and it’s a race until you get to bed. It gets to you after a while and you think, ‚What the hell am I doing?‘

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.

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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

I had a great time being a salesman because of the pitches that I gave when I was selling shoes. However, I don’t think I’m as well versed in shoes as I am in comedy. Being a salesman was all about being a people person, and I enjoy being around people. I also love talking to people – which is why I think I did so well.

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

You think I’m going to ask these sweet 14 year olds to ask their parents to buy a $100 ticket then run around in latex and lip sync? No way.

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

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

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

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

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.

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 storytellers. They always spoke with metaphorical richness.

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

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

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.

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.

I don’t believe in nepotism. I don’t much like the idea of parents who interfere.

I don’t even listen to rap. My apartment is too nice to listen to rap in.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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.

It’s very hard for our parents who see us enter a world that they can’t imagine.

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

I believe that my parents did wonderful things for us.

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.

The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work.

Of all the subjects on this planet, I think my parents would have been hard put to name one less useful than Greek mythology to securing the keys to an executive bathroom.

All that the future holds in store for each sacred child of God will be shaped by his or her parents, family, friends, and teachers. Thus, our faith now becomes part of our posterity’s faith later.

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

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

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

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.

It is time for parents to teach young people early on that in diversity there is beauty and there is strength.

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 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.

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.

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

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

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