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

“No it's not. It's a big hot!” At 2 years old. After being warned that the car seat was a little hot.

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.

As the family goes, so goes the nation and so goes the whole world in which we live.