Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.

I was dating a guy that was a huge wrestling fan and I'm embarrassed to say it now but I used to make fun of him for watching it.

My dad was a good athlete. My mom had longevity. There were some athletic genes that certainly got passed down.

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.

When I realized I was having trouble reading I was too embarrassed to ask for help. Some teachers believed in me but I just wasn't focused on school - I was into the music and trying to please my dad.

I wasn't sure how my dad would react. There was an agent sitting behind them and he told me he was embarrassed to watch the scenes. My parents have always been very open. They trust my decisions.

I started playing ball when I was a kid. My dad was a pro ball player and he passed on his knowledge to me.

The last thing I want my child to see is Dad running around in the middle of the pack. That would really upset me. And that would upset him. I would be embarrassed to take him to school with kids saying 'Hey how'd your dad do this weekend?' 'Well he finished fifth or sixth'.

When my father died in my arms it had such a profound affect on me that at that very moment when my dad passed I realized that I needed to face my own fears.

When dad told me Mr Steptoe had passed away I broke down.

I was born in 1968 just eighteen months after my sister Chrisse and just one year after Dad passed the bar exam.

My sisters have been baptized and my dad is a deacon at his church now. Sadly my mother passed away but what I can say is that the Jehovah Witnesses took very good care of her up until she died.

I was always embarrassed because my dad wore a suit and my mother wore flat pumps and a cozy jumper while my friends' parents were punks or hippies.

I like to think my dad was easygoing and kind and I think some of those things have been passed down. I am like him in a sense of being positive and hopeful. He was compassionate and I've got a lot of that in me as well.

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.

I made a decision when my father passed away that I was going to be who God made me to be and not try to preach like my father.

My talent is such that no undertaking however vast in size... has ever surpassed my courage.

When you have kids you just love them. It's similar to when you're in love with someone. You just think they are so cool and want to be around them all the time but what if she starts being embarrassed and only giving me charity visits? I want her to actually want to see me so that's what I'm going for!

I once owned a really really ugly pair of white leather boots. They were so bad. It was back in the '80s! It was just a really tacky fashion choice when I was in middle school and I thought it was cool. I'm really embarrassed.

Sydney in the 1960s wasn't the exuberant multicultural metropolis it is today. Out in the city's western reaches days passed in a sun-struck stupor. In the evenings families gathered on their verandas waiting for the 'southerly buster' - the thunderstorm that would break the heat and leave the air cool enough to allow sleep.

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.

If you walk down the street and smile at someone that will get passed on to the next person. That has the power to change someone's day.

Because I'm a young black man driving a really nice expensive car I sometimes get harassed when I'm rolling through a ghetto neighbourhood.

The day I won an Emmy was also the day my father passed away. I received a call from my sister on the way to the ceremony and had to turn my car around and catch the first flight back to Karachi.