I saw six men kicking and punching the mother-in-law. My neighbour said 'Are you going to help?' I said 'No, six should be enough.'
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The good part of having six kids is, there's always one who wants to hug you and say, 'Daddy, I love you.'
I went home one night and told my dad that an older kid was picking on me. My Dad, a Korean War vet and a Chicago cop for 30 years, told me, 'You better pick up a brick and hit him in the head.' That's when I thought, 'Wow, I'm going to have to start dealing with things in a different way.'
You know how exasperated you can be when you're the mother of five young boys.
Six men can carry you or 12 men can judge you. You decide!
When they ran out of cadre men they gave me my very own platoon and said, 'Here are 63 men, try to keep as many of them alive as you possibly can.' That was one of the more harrowing experiences of my life.
There was only one punch. Tony Blair rang me and he said 'Are you OK?' and I said 'Yes', and he said 'Well, what happened?' and I said 'I was just carrying out your orders. You told us to connect with the electorate, so I did.
Nothing is enough for the man to whom enough is to little.
If you injure your neighbour, better not do it by halves.
There was a group of six women in my household. My mom, aunts and grandma. I watched them in the kitchen.
As a militant troublemaker, I once wrote that it was the duty of every woman worthy of the description to upset men at least three times a day, on principle.