“If we call these foothills, can we call the little trees 'foot trees?''' (While driving in the foothills.)

“I wasn't yawning, I was just letting some fresh air into my mouth.” (After being accused of being tired.)

“This is our house. And this is America Online.” (While pointing at a map of the North American continent.)

Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter. In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition; but to our daughters there is something which there are no words to express.

When you have snowflakes in the clouds in the sky and you have mountains, you get snow. That's how it works.