Some snippets here as I recall them from the family I was shackled to;

My Grandmother: Am I going to heaven or hell? To be honest I don't care because I got friends in both places.

My Aunt Emily (after I asked her about the potatoes she was peeling);

What are the eyes in the potatoes for? So they'll see us through the week.

My Mother; (on my turning up at home at 0430 in the morning); fuck you. Sleep outside.

My Brother Peter (staunch Bowie fan and self taught but rather rubbish guitarist); What's a gig? Are you fucking stupid?

There are plenty other treats I could expose, but that's enough for now.

Granddad - "Remember dear, romance is only in books." "My Bella is always beautiful."

Mom- "You are my starlight; my only starlight//You make me happy when skies are grey//You'll never know dear, how much i love you//please don't take my starlight away" (inspired by the song "you are my sunshine" She made a verse for each one of us (her children))

Dad- "That cashier needs to stop flirting with my wife."

(me)- "i doubt he was hitting on mom,"

(dad) "Then he needs to stop flirting with my daughter."

Wire hangers!

Sacrifice is my middle name.

Get off me rock you're sinking me.

Whatcha got stock in the Edison Company?

I wasn't aware that you knew your father.

"Don't ever meet your heroes, son...I could have had George Jones for a roommate back in the 60s, but I liked him too well to do that to us."

"If you want to be a recording artist, you can't afford to give a shit about anyone but yourself; that's just the way it is."

"Someone stole your song idea? Think of it as a compliment..."

"I think that third line in your second verse could use some work..."

"God writes the songs; I just hold the pen."

"Son, remember--EVERYBODY is having a bad day."