I Didn't Know If I Was Heterosexual

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

It Was My Sister Maureen Who Was Responsible For My Becoming A Reagan.

My Adoption Was Treated As A Celebration.

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.

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