I hope they get here soon. The kids are biting at the chomp.

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.

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

'Dank Dank' (Reflecting his inability to accept compliments for several years.)

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