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

'Divorce is when mommy and daddy yell at each other then they spread apart. Then they put up a 'for sale' sign in front of the house and they spread farther and farther apart until they can't come back ever again and it's very sad.' (teaching her 4-year old brother)

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?”

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