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

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

Every man sees in his relatives, and especially in his cousins, a series of grotesque caricatures of himself.

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

Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter. In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition; but to our daughters there is something which there are no words to express.