I have always thought of Walt Disney as my second father.

My father was never anti-anything in our house.

Aeneas carried his aged father on his back from the ruins of Troy and so do we all, whether we like it or not, perhaps even if we have never known them.

One of my earliest memories is of my father carrying me in one arm with a picket sign in the other.

My father loved people, children and pets.

My father was the most rational and the most dispassionate of men.

I grew up not liking my father very much. I never saw him cry. But he must have. Everybody cries.

My father taught me how to substitute realities.

My father and I have a very good relationship. We always got along. But I always scold him.

My dad taught me true words you have to use in every relationship. Yes, baby.