My dad was in the army. World War II. He got his college education from the army. After World War II he became an insurance salesman. Really I didn't know my dad very well. He and my mother split up after the war. I was raised by my maternal grandmother and grandfather and by my mother.

Yes I always remember my dad's mom's and my grandma's perfumes.

My grandfather and my uncle both died from colorectal cancer my dad almost died from it and I have the gene for it.

My grandfather along with Carnegie was a pioneer in philanthropy which my father then practiced on a very large scale.

And I love that even in the toughest moments when we're all sweating it - when we're worried that the bill won't pass and it seems like all is lost - Barack never lets himself get distracted by the chatter and the noise. Just like his grandmother he just keeps getting up and moving forward... with patience and wisdom and courage and grace.

We all grew up our grandmothers and mothers had about three channels to watch so we watched those soaps and now a generation has grown up with the Internet and computers and video games.

Yes my grandfather worked with Thomas Edison on the electric car and he sold electric cars at the 1900 World's Fair in Paris.

Racing a thoroughbred grand prix car in front of a home crowd will be a surreal and mighty experience.

Now I'm having to live with sales of around 50 000 per album - but I'm pretty content with my place in the general scheme of things even if it's meant I don't drive a fancy car and can't afford grand vacations.

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!

My grandma's the most careful safe driver in the world. You put her in a rental car and she's doing doughnuts in the K-Mart parking lot!

I went to India and met some people who had been involved in this guerrilla business middle-class people who were rather vain and foolish. There was no revolutionary grandeur to it. Nothing.

We must have ideals and try to live up to them even if we never quite succeed. Life would be a sorry business without them. With them it's grand and great.

Not a tenth of us who are in business are doing as well as we could if we merely followed the principles that were known to our grandfathers.

I have never once regretted missing a business opportunity so that I could be with my children and grandchildren.

Grand opera is the most powerful of stage appeals and that almost entirely through the beauty of music.

Wigs have always been a part of my life and have become a staple accessory in my closet. I can remember being a little girl and hearing all the commotion in my house from my mom aunts and grandmother when picking out their wigs for the day. It was such a good time for them and part of their everyday beauty routine.

Grandeur and beauty are so very opposite that you often diminish the one as you increase the other. Variety is most akin to the latter simplicity to the former.

What is sacred among one people may be ridiculous in another and what is despised or rejected by one cultural group may in a different environment become the cornerstone for a great edifice of strange grandeur and beauty.

My grandmother is this amazingly theatrical woman. She acted like a movie star as far as looks and attitude kind of like Susan Hayward.

I met my grandfather just before he died and it was the first time that I had seen Dad with a relative of his. It was interesting to see my own father as a son and the body language and alteration in attitude that comes with that and it sort of changed our relationship for the better.

My grandfather was a man when he talked about freedom his attitude was really interesting. His view was that you had obligations or you had responsibilities and when you fulfilled those obligations or responsibilities that then gave you the liberty to do other things.

Art as far as it is able follows nature as a pupil imitates his master thus your art must be as it were God's grandchild.

Mournful and yet grand is the destiny of the artist.