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

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

Nobody has ever before asked the nuclear family to live all by itself in a box the way we do. With no relatives, no support, we've put us in an impossible situation.

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

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