Rarely do members of the same family grow up under the same roof.

I woke up one morning thinking about wolves and realized that wolf packs function as families. Everyone has a role, and if you act within the parameters of your role, the whole pack succeeds, and when that falls apart, so does the pack.

A family is a place where principles are hammered and honed on the anvil of everyday living.

The only rock I know that stays steady, the only institution I know that works, is the family.

Maybe there is no actual place called hell. Maybe hell is just having to listen to our grandparents breathe through their noses when they're eating sandwiches.