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.

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

“If we call these foothills, can we call the little trees 'foot trees?''' (While driving in the foothills.)

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

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