I Constantly Looked For Motherly Protection.

You Just Watch Somebody You Love Slowly, Slowly Disappear And Go Away.

My Adoption Was Treated As A Celebration.

The Odds Against An Adoptee Ending Up As The Child Of The President Of The United States Are Staggering. But Then, So Are The Odds Against A Movie Star Becoming President

Because Of My Father, We Are That Shining City On A Hill.

I Thought The Secret Service Would Protect Me From The Press, But They Were At My House To Protect Me From Assassins With Guns, Not With Assassins With Pencils.