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

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

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.

“No it's not. It's a big hot!” At 2 years old. After being warned that the car seat was a little hot.

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