Quote by Danny Bonaduce
As it has been told to me, my Dad had some kind of deal with Dick

As it has been told to me, my Dad had some kind of deal with Dick Clark. But when we got here, that fell through. So we were out here with no job, no furniture, no food. – Danny Bonaduce

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Its funny, because Im a man of strong opinions and when I make one, I stand by it even if it starts to appear incorrect to me after a while. – Danny Bonaduce

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If you ever get rich and famous, by definition you are special. You have done something special, and therefore you start to behave special. Then if the floor drops out, and you become down and out, you have a really new perspective. – Danny Bonaduce

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When I was living on the street I would be standing out in front of Graumans Chinese Theater, leaning against my car and signing autographs and nobody had any idea that I was living in it. – Danny Bonaduce

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I was born and raised in the high desert of Nevada in a tiny town called Searchlight. My dad was a hard rock miner. My mom took in wash. I grew up around people of strong values – even if they rarely talked about them. – Harry Reid

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Dad and mom would have preferred that I be a doctor, a lawyer, a scientist, or a great humanitarian. – Levon Helm

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Id love to be a dad. I hope Id be great at it. Thats every mans fear, yet his most important job. – Matt Damon

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My dad always said, Champ, the measure of a man is not how often he is knocked down, but how quickly he gets up. – Joe Biden

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