"That's the store that we need to go to and open the door and put our money in." (At age 3. While driving by the new Toys 'R' Us.)

The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children. The mighty abstract idea I have of beauty in all things stifles the more divided and minute domestic happiness.

I hope they get here soon. The kids are biting at the chomp.

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

Every man sees in his relatives, and especially in his cousins, a series of grotesque caricatures of himself.