'When you kiss someone, your heart goes out to them, and when you're done kissing them your heart goes back in.'

Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter. In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition; but to our daughters there is something which there are no words to express.

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

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

'Families are about love overcoming emotional torture.'