Katey Sagal Quotes

Because my parents, growing up, they worked hard. Everyone in my family woke up early in the morning. I used to see my mother and my father go off to work, and come back and, no matter what, they had time for the kids.

Mama, you know you raised me with no father figure. I wanna take this time to thank you, even though I'm doing life.

I think parenting is a huge responsibility. It was in my time when I was growing up and there still continues to be that responsibility.

I've taken blame about being a bad father - if being a bad father is working your butt off trying to create a career at one time.

Being the only man in the household with my mom definitely helped me grow up fast.

If you bungle raising your children, I don't think whatever else you do matters very much.

Even when my mum used to edit the paper she would come home, put us to bed and then go back to the office. She must have been exhausted. She worked on Sunday papers so I always had her on Mondays. I loved Mondays! She would always be waiting for me outside school. I remember feeling very loved.

My mother and father have always drilled in to me that work is very important.

There was always a purpose in what I did on the court because at the end of the day, my parents, they sacrificed for me and my brother. I had to do it for them.

Fatherhood is something that is personal to me because I didn't grow up around my father.

I was really close to my father since I was young. He always told me that I had to work in order to become a man, so I had to stay with him when my mother left. He always took me to work to help him as a bricklayer. I was just a kid, so I did what I could do to help him.

I don't know what it's like to not work; my family embedded that in me.

I was raised to believe in hard work, in faith and family. ... The most important job I'll ever have is spelled D-A-D.

I'm a working mom. I've been working since I was 14 years old.

All I want to do is be a good dad, but I'm pretty bad at it.

My father realizes that he did okay with me. He did the best he could.

If I did not have for him the warm affection a son feels toward a less austere and preoccupied father, I at least had an immense respect for him, and a great admiration.

I have lots of older siblings, and as they started to leave the house, I went from cooking once a week to twice, three times, and so on. After a while, it was just like making the bed.

I mean, if somebody said to me, junior year of college, you can go anywhere, your old man's paying for it, I'd have been gone in a flash. But I had to work. Every summer my mother would say, 'Get that job and hold on to it until August 30.'

I had a really nice childhood; I had great parents. I earned my allowance by washing dishes, and in the summer I earned my allowance by working in daddy's garden.

Parents, you know, can be terrible.

As a nonparent, I stand in awe of parents.

On any given day, my father wasn't likely to return from work before I was asleep for the night. I saw that a man's work was important, that he must pursue it tirelessly, and that it might require certain sacrifices, like being away from the warmth and comfort of home.

I have great respect for my parents. I got such beautiful things from both of them. It doesn't mean that we didn't have our rough times, but they were remarkable people who were open-minded, creative and hard-working, and had great senses of humor.

I've worked hard my whole life, since I was a little kid. But now it's a point in my life now where I can just enjoy it, but at the same time I still need to work.