My father taught me to work; he did not teach me to love it.
My father gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person, he believed in me.
I’ve had a hard life, but my hardships are nothing against the hardships that my father went through in order to get me to where I started.
It doesn’t matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.
Having children is like living in a frat house – nobody sleeps, everything’s broken, and there’s a lot of throwing up.
It is easier for a father to have children than for children to have a real father.