'Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city.'

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 kiss someone, your heart goes out to them, and when you're done kissing them your heart goes back in.'

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

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