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

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

“Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.''

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