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.

“If all the people in the world were nice could we just get rid of the word mean?”

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

'Daddy, how many whoppers are there in those tall trees?' After waking up in the car while driving through Calaveras Big Trees and hearing daddy say, 'Wow, that's a whopper of a tree.'

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