My dad was an engineer and so I had this picture of science and technology and pursuits of the mind as being more impressive than artistic pursuits which I saw a as kind of frivolous.

My dad like many Southern men is this very emotionally expressive person who isn't as articulate in words about his feelings as he is with breaking a chair or something like that.

Usually a family is led through the mom or the dad and their career and for the family to be led by my career even though God has led it could be a lot of pressure.

My dad passed away before my freshman year and it altered how I thought. I was depressed - I didn't hang out with my friends. I worked through it by dancing.

My mother is Italian and my dad's Irish. In my family we're expressive. Nobody holds back.

I'm an artist and I go in the studio and make my music. And then I'll give it to my dad and he does what he does. And he does you know the press and figuring out shows and whatnot. When it comes to my artistic freedom he doesn't like step on my toes or anything.

My dad was quiet angry shut down. So my thing is: I express everything that's there. I want to get it all out.

My dad came out of the Roosevelt era and the Depression. One person and one party made a difference in his life. That's what everybody forgot when they called my father and other people political bosses.

I knew I was going to be a journalist when I was eight years old and I saw the printing presses rolling at the Sydney newspaper where my dad worked as a proofreader.

My dad was depressed a lot of the time and there were a lot of things in his life that he never resolved.

My dad was a homicide cop in the gay neighborhood in the city when gay neighborhoods were desperate depressing sad places run by the mob. The only gay people he'd met when I came out to him were corpses.

During the Depression my dad made radios to sell to make extra money. Nobody had any money to buy the radios so he would trade them for dogs. He built kennels in the backyard and he cared for the dogs.

My Dad was my biggest supporter. He never put pressure on me.

I mean I look at my dad. He was twenty when he started having a family and he was always the coolest dad. He did everything for his kids and he never made us feel like he was pressured. I know that it must be a great feeling to be a guy like that.

There is nothing that would upset me more than my dad being bribed by the press. It's like 'Just let them run it then. Don't you give them ammunition.'

I didn't try to copy my dad or fit into the pressure or the mold that everybody tried to make me fit into.

There is too much fathering going on just now and there is no doubt about it fathers are depressing.

I pressed my father's hand and told him I would protect his grave with my life. My father smiled and passed away to the spirit land.

It is so often true that whether a person carries with him an atmosphere of gloom and depression or one of confidence and courage depends on his individual outlook.

An able disinterested public-spirited press with trained intelligence to know the right and courage to do it can preserve that public virtue without which popular government is a sham and a mockery.

In all realms of life it takes courage to stretch your limits express your power and fulfill your potential... it's no different in the financial realm.

All you need is the plan the road map and the courage to press on to your destination.

Don't Make Assumptions. Find the courage to ask questions and to express what you really want. Communicate with others as clearly as you can to avoid misunderstandings sadness and drama. With just this one agreement you can completely transform your life.

Courage is grace under pressure.