My encounters with racism are sort of second-hand situations where I might be standing around with a group of white friends and someone makes a comment that they wouldn't make at my family reunion.

I'm happiest with my family around me.

I have a mother that's very strong and family that surround me and constantly tell me they love me.

I think that's become passe but if you can surround yourself with a kind of monument to yourself and your family - a statement - and you can afford it then that's a noble project.

I'm lucky to have family around me. Otherwise I'll be taking the risk of falling in love with myself.

I grew up in a family where the women were just nuts. They didn't stand around in cardigans making polite conversation while they chopped tomatoes.

Family life was wonderful. The streets were bleak. The playgrounds were bleak. But home was always warm. My mother and father had a great relationship. I always felt 'safe' there.

The Rooneys are very classy. They're very deliberate with their decision-making. Once you're part of that family Steeler nation they treat you with respect. You don't have a lot of rambunctious players running around.

You follow any family around you're going to see elation you're going to see disharmony.

I'm worried about that man or woman sitting around - the coffee table tonight or in their kitchen talking about how are we going to get to work. How are we going to have the dignity to take care of our family.