I don't trust that many people. Just my mother and my wife and a couple of friends. When I trust people it doesn't end well.

I travel like a gypsy and I didn't know how I could perform and be a mother.

Just got back from a pleasure trip: I took my mother-in-law to the airport.

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?'

For a long time I was scared I'd find out I was like my mother.

Time is the father of truth its mother is our mind.

My grandfather on my mother's side was a professor of mechanical engineering at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology my other grandfather was a lawyer and one time Speaker of the Tennessee House of Representatives.

I have an almost religious zeal... not for technology per se but for the Internet which is for me the nervous system of mother Earth which I see as a living creature linking up.

For my confirmation I didn't get a watch and my first pair of long pants like most Lutheran boys. I got a telescope. My mother thought it would make the best gift.

My mother a teacher encouraged me to use my creativity as an actual way to make a living and my father a Mississippi physician did two things. First he taught me that all human beings should be treated equally because no one is better than anyone else and he never pressured me to become a doctor.

My father was a schoolteacher and my mother came from a teacher's family.

I was born in Norway and when I was little I went to live in Detroit Michigan. My father was a professor of philosophy at Wayne University and my mother was also a teacher.

I reached a time in college when I didn't know what I wanted to do. At that time women's careers were essentially nursing secretarial and teaching. My mother advised me to get my teacher's certificate.

My mother was a teacher my father was a community organizer. I come from a working class background.

My mother was an English teacher who decided to become a math teacher and she used me as a guinea pig at home. My father had been a math teacher and then went to work at a steel mill because frankly he could make more money doing that.

My mother was an actress and my voice teacher an incredible voice teacher. My biological father is an actor and my stepfather who raised me along with my mother is a psychotherapist. I was always supported in creative ventures.

I grew up singing. My mother was a music teacher.