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.

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

'A duck!... A baby duck.' (Squealing about a birthday card on her third birthday on Puerta Vallarta, Mexico.

All I am, or can be, I owe to my angel mother.

'There is no such thing as 'fun for the whole family.''