Strict Upbringing Quotes

I'm a Catholic school boy from the military.

My parents were incredibly strict, almost military style.

There's been nothing but discipline, discipline, discipline all my life.

The menu of my mother consisted of only two choices: Leave it or take it

I was raised not so much in a puritan environment, but for the most part, a pretty healthy one.

My dad was very rough with us.

Rock n' roll was a bad and evil thing. l remember once I was singing a Barry Manilow song, "Mandy," In the back seat of the car. It came on the radio, and I kind of sang with it, and I got smacked In the mouth because that song was "evil."

The way I was brought up by my parents and guided through my football life by the influences of various managers means that in some ways I am black and white.

Like the graduates of some notorious boot camp, my brothers and sisters and I look back with a sort of perverse glee at the rigors of our Catholicism. My oldest sister, Mary, was so convinced of the church's omnipotence that when she walked into a Protestant church with some high-school friends, she was sure its walls would crash down on her head.

When I was a kid, I thought my dad was a little bit harsh with me at times. Sometimes I needed an arm around me instead of my dad telling me what I did wrong, but it obviously worked.

Some of the best kids I coach were raised by a grandmother who was so firm that they understood.

My parents always kept us in the house. We weren't allowed to spend the night at other people's houses. We were sheltered kids.

My stepmother appeared when I was about 9. My brother was sent off to an institute in Scotland & my sister & I were sent to school. As my stepmother's ideas were then wholly Quaker, mixed with a naive & charming innocence & a little snobbery, it was one dotty epoch on top of another. I always remained terrified of my father.

My mother was a powerful influence. She made me toe the line. If I didn't have a perfect report card, she showed her disappointment.

Yes, I come from a protective family. I wasn't even allowed to sleep over at a friend's place as a child.

I had a very close family and I couldn't get away with anything.

I came from the most orthodox background you could ask for.

Growing up in Wales was a pretty Draconian experience with religion.

My parents had job jars because my father would say, 'Kids today have too much time, too much money and no responsibility. You're going to have no time, no money and a lot of responsibility.'

New York City pretty much reeked of music. Reeked of rap and hip-hop. As for me, growing up in a strict West Indian, Trinidadian household, and a Christian household as well, I had to fight for the right to go and actually be a part of it.

My mother wouldn't even let me read DC Comics. I came from a very strict background.

Coming from a large immigrant family, my parents didn't encourage a lot of 'play' when I was growing up. It was hard to get my Dad to even sit down to watch television with us (he'd watch it standing up, always ready to go do something more productive). Downtime was discouraged, as was any college degree that wasn't law, medicine or business.

Our gloomy Presbyterian ideas encourage fear of God, not love for him.

I had very strict parents, I could never go outside or go to parties.

I grew up in a military family, and there's something about that military-style uniform, all cleaned up, a brutal control effort the military necessarily breeds.