Personal Tribute Quotes

Don't Cry Daddy is a pretty sad song. He got to the end of it and it was just real quiet and Elvis says, I'm gonna cut that someday for my daddy. And, by God, he did. He lived up to his word.

I've just built a studio in my mama's old bedroom, which I thought was fitting; she died last year. We've recorded nine songs recorded in there already; we're sort of just chipping away.

My son's name is Dirk - I named Dirk Pitt after him when he was about three years old.

When my grandfather died, I started adopting some of his accents, to sort of remind myself of him. A homage. He was a war hero, and he was really great with his hands.

My father was the best person i've ever known.

I get to sing and act and write and create and produce for a living and share art with people, and I feel like a piece of that is in honor of those who came before me.

Huge Kobe fan growing up. My dog's name is Kobe.

I have several portraits of Jigoro Kano and a bust too, a very beautiful one.

I'm fascinated by Greta Garbo. My cat's named Greta, and I have a framed photograph of her from 1949.

A lot of NBA GMs have asked me about me why I changed my middle name to Trill. Actually, the reason why I filed the paperwork to change my name was so that I could officially add my mother's last name, Stein, to my own. My mom is my best friend, and I wanted to honor her.

My father passed away due to Alzheimer's disease, and many things I do are nods to him.

One simply cannot pay tribute to Stephen Covey without saying at the outset that he was a lovely human being.

My father used to think the word 'legend' was tossed around far too often. I want to say today that in the opinion of his family, my father was a legend.

I will always play "Stand Back" anyway. And Prince will always he standing behind me every time I do.

As nearly as possible in the spirit of Matthew Salinger, age one, urging a luncheon companion to accept a cool lima bean, I urge my editor, mentor and (heaven help him) closest friend, William Shawn, genius domus of The New Yorker, lover of the long shot, protector of the unprolific, defender of the hopelessly flamboyant, most unreasonably modest of born great artist-editors to accept this pretty skimpy-looking book.

I want to write something so simple, so short and so silly... and I want it to be for my brother.

Making a movie about the love between two women was really a tribute to the lesbian people in my life, my dear friends who are seminal in my life.

When my daughter was born, I called her Ella Bella Mandela, because she was born the day after Mandela was released from prison.

I wanted to make a film about my dad, a sort of love letter, and explain what I understood of his cinema, which was so utopian. I also wanted to give the sense of his cinema, because they have never been very big box-office, but they were very influential.

I love John Updike immoderately. I am profoundly shocked that he has gone because he was, for me, the greatest American writer of the second half of the 20th century. He was also a gracious, charming, and witty man.

My whole thing was this was to immortalize my family's name. To get the people who never would have appreciated him to appreciate him, there's nothing a son could want more.

I decided it was time to pay tribute to my own songs, to give them the opportunity to mature and be adult.

My father started me in football. So what better way is there to honor him than to wear his last name on my back and make him proud?

The only queen I know is my mum.

I believe playing for such a great club like United honours my father's memory, and the inspiration and drive he gave to me when I was young. I hope he is proud looking at me from the sky.