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.

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

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

'I'm not beautiful, I'm pretty!' (Angrily at age 2 and a half. After getting into his sister's toy makeup case and being called beautiful...)

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