Papa Quotes

I was born and raised in the state of Indiana, and it’s where I started Papa John’s, so this state and our partnership with the Pacers hold a special place in my heart.

Some people ask me whether I’m a ‘mama’s girl’ or a ‘papa’s girl.’ I’m nobody’s girl. My brother clings to our parents; I’m the one shoving them out the door.

When he was with you, he was totally yours. Of course Papa might tell you to wait in the car for five minutes while he talked to just this one person and he’d be right back. He might be gone an hour and a half. He was a very hard person to get out of places, actually.

My father came from a chawl and became a top star in Bollywood and worked very hard for us. When I look at my dad, I feel very good that my papa did so much.

Calling Batman ‘the Dark Knight’ is like calling Papa Smurf ‘the Blue Patriarch’:you’re not fooling anyone.

I fed them every day. So it was a papa that kept food on the table for them. I did that. I did my part.

Papa is a very chilled out person. He was very supportive from the beginning. I think Papa helped ease Mama into the idea of me acting. He told her that she seems passionate about it. He was very cool about it.

I was working at Papa John’s full-time. I had just quit my part-time job at UPS. I was there for two years.

I was criticized at some level within the Republican Party by those who say government should not be in the economic development business at all. My response is that the only country I know that doesn’t have an economic development plan is Papa New Guinea.

You play a ‘lowdown dirty shame slow and lonesome, my mama dead, my papa across the sea I ain’t dead but I’m just supposed to be’ blues. You can take that same blues, make it uptempo, a shuffle blues, that’s what rock n’ roll did with it. So blues ain’t going nowhere. Ain’t goin’ nowhere.

The original goal for Papa John’s was to make $50 grand a year and have $50 grand in the bank so I could get a date.

It was on my fifth birthday that Papa put his hand on my shoulder and said, ‘Remember, my son, if you ever need a helping hand, you’ll find one at the end of your arm.’

I was proud of Papa for his sports.

If you say to people, ‘I’m off to Papa New Guinea,’ you’ll often get a bad reaction – usually from people who’ve never been there. There’s this fear of the unknown. And 99% of the time, you end up surprised – it rekindles your faith in humanity.

When French troops entered Paris in August, 1944, Papa came in from Rambouillet and first liberated the Explorers’ club. But his major objective was the Ritz. He came in and assured security, making sure nobody else could get to the wine cellar.

I don’t believe in honors – it bothers me. Honors bother: honors is epaulettes; honors is uniforms. My papa brought me up this way.

Companies like Papa John’s are largely a collection of small independent businesses.

There’s nothing like a love for our children. I love being a papa, and that’s the truth.

My mother, along with Papa’s other eventual wives – Pauline, Marty Gelhorn, Mary Welch – they all, at one time or another, no matter how angry they were at him at the moment, said, ‘Look, Papa is special. He writes so beautifully. We have to let this go on.’

‘Healing,’ Papa would tell me, ‘is not a science, but the intuitive art of wooing nature.’

My son, Arzhel, is two, and he eats vegetables twice a day. We have a vegetable garden on our farm in the Southwest, and he gets two baskets, one over each arm, and says, ‘Garden, Papa!’ and then he eats what he picks.

Many in the media reported that I said Papa John’s is going to close stores and cut jobs because of Obamacare. I never said that.

The people of Haiti have always called me Papa Doc. I was first their doctor. Now I am also their president for life.

In my case, a papadaddy is a father. My paternal grandfather was called Papa by my father who was called Daddy by me.

Papa loved to have me show off my scars.

Ron Reagan amazingly qualifies as an honest broker. I asked him if he was a mama’s boy and he said no, more of a papa’s boy. At the same time he was willing to say that his father had many shortcomings and needed to be held accountable.

I asked my kids, ‘Do you know what Papa used to do.’ They said, ‘You were a boxer, you won the Olympics!’ And that’s what they know.

I adored my grandparents and spent every weekend with Mama and Papa Wicks. They had seven children, so they needed a big house – and it seemed only logical to them to build into their house a pipe organ in a music room with a sixteen-foot ceiling.

Every business decision I ever made I learned from my grandfather Papa Sam. He moved here from Russia when he was a boy. He worked his way up selling newspapers and ladies’ handbags, and eventually, he became Cadillac Sam, one of the biggest car dealers in Chicago.

Papa continually emphasizes how much remains unexplained. With the other psychoanalytic writers, everything is always so known and fixed.

My parents never told me about Papa’s lung cancer or the desperate nature of the operations he was about to undergo, which were a last-ditch effort to contain the spread of his cancer.

Melanie is more of a disciplinarian with the little girl than me, probably because it’s my first baby. She gets everything easy from Papa. I am more weak. She takes advantage of me.

In the case of Papa Pope, certainly he’s making his daughter’s world and the world of the republic a much better place.

Papa died when he was 77.

I remember there were two tapes that my papa had in his truck at all times when I was younger. It was a Ralph Stanley gospel cassette and the ‘Hee Haw’ gospel album.

The first memory I have in the world is of death and tears. That is how I would mark the beginning of my life: the way people mark the end of one. My family had gathered at Papa Joe’s house because Mam’ Grace was slipping away, only I didn’t register it that way. For some reason I thought that it was her birthday.

The same kids listening to Papa Roach will listen to an Xzibit CD.

It’s especially important for my little girl to see her papa at work.

I always say to people, ‘You know, if Romeo and Juliet got married, nobody would care about them.’ Imagine Romeo and Juliet, six kids yelling, ‘Mama, Mama, Papa, Papa!’

Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes and prism, are all very good words for the lips.

NFL leadership has hurt Papa John’s shareholders.

Te Papa Museum is brilliant.

Papa always makes it clear that he would like to know me as much more rational and lucid than the girls and women he gets to know during his analytic hours.

It is always great to work with Papa and bhaiya.