When one has not had a good father one must create one.
It is easier for a father to have children than for children to have a real father.
Men who live valiantly and die nobly have a strength and a courage from the eternal Father.
One of the greatest gifts my father gave me - unintentionally - was witnessing the courage with which he bore adversity. We had a bit of a rollercoaster life with some really challenging financial periods. He was always unshaken completely tranquil the same ebullient laughing jovial man.
As a father you immediately become uncool especially the older they get. The older you get it's inevitable that as cool as you think you are you're probably just as lame in your kids' eyes.
I'm not a guy who curses very much in my personal life. When I curse it sounds like a kid trying to be cool. But I think there are quite a few people my father being one of them who use curse words rather eloquently.
One interviewer asked me: 'How do you feel that you've betrayed your father?' That wasn't really very cool.
Style is innate to who I am. My father gave me a picture the other day. I must have been about seven and I had on wing-tip shoes and some cool pants. I thought 'Wow!'
Even though my father was a radio comedian it wasn't cool to say at a young age 'I want to be a comedian.'
My family moved - first to Washington D.C. and then in the spring of 1975 to Lebanon where my father worked as a diplomat at the American embassy. My parents were enthusiastic about the move so my older brother and I felt like we were off to some place kind of cool.
Well I had a lot of help from my father with the soldering and so on and he was very good at math and was fascinated with computers and so I was fortunate enough to have a bunch of exposure going all the way back to high school - this was in the 1960s.
I'd say that after my father passed my writing changed it went deeper. Most would say 'matured' but I don't think I'd use that word in relation to my progress. I think 'change' is a little more accurate.
There was a great complexity to my father. He was a devoted family man. But in the same breath he simply was not suited to an anchored life. He should have been somebody who had a backpack an old map a bit of change in his pocket and that was it - roaming the world.
The Philippines is a terrible name coming from Spain. Phillip II was the father of the inquisition who I believe died of syphilis. It is my great regret that we didn't change the name of our country.
We are taught you must blame your father your sisters your brothers the school the teachers - but never blame yourself. It's never your fault. But it's always your fault because if you wanted to change you're the one who has got to change.
Our fathers valued change for the sake of its results we value it in the act.
Yes my grandfather worked with Thomas Edison on the electric car and he sold electric cars at the 1900 World's Fair in Paris.
I am really looking forward to driving another of my father?s car at the show in Rotterdam.
I had some vague memory of visiting Canberra as a lad when we came up with my father by car. But when I made the long train journey from Sydney to Canberra and arrived at the little stop I did wonder slightly whether this really was the national capital.
I went to watch my father at Silverstone in the early 1950s and I've still got the car he was in.
Later my father died up in Marysville. So my mother and I got in the car and came down to Hollywood.
I wasn't going to get such a nice car - I was going to get a cute little hybrid or something keep the trees happy - but then my grandfather died and it was all: retail therapy!
I was really into classifieds for awhile. I'm a big negotiator. My father owned a car dealership when I was younger... it's just in my blood.
I think that people don't know how to do anything anymore. My father was a janitor. He could take a car apart and put it back together. He could build a house in the back yard. Today if you ask people what they know they say 'I know how to hire someone.'
But my mom was a pianist and she taught piano out of her house. I was just so excited being a little kid and having all these other kids come to my house twice a week. I thought it was a big party.